DECEASED - DIED IN DAY 19 WRAP-UP Full Name: Wrennyn Grant Foster From (Hometown): Boston, Massachusetts Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Traits (Appearance): Wrennyn has darting, black flecked, chestnut brown eyes. These eyes match his dark brown hair and his thick, but orotund voice. He's a strapping young lad at a height of 6'1 feet tall. He is 22 years old Reason for coming on the plane: Wrennyn was planning to meet someone In Brazil to sell some high quality weapons to a mysterious buyer. Brief History (Criminal record, past): Wrennyn is an arms dealer that grew up in a higher class family. He got a proper education and was raised well, but he always disliked the feeling of privilege that his parents forced upon him. Because of this, Wrennyn left his family and everything he knew before to make a life for himself. He took up arms dealing only a year after leaving and has been doing it ever since. He has also been running from the law ever since. Anything else: Wrennyn is allergic to shellfish and is an ambitious young chap. He knows how to respect people who deserve it and he treats his friends well.
DAY ONE
Come on... I was just trying to sell some guns. Did I really deserve this? That was all that I thought of when I was falling for the water. One minute I was eating peanuts on a flight to Brazil and in the next moment I'm swimming from the, now sinking, wreckage from part of the plane. I pulled myself onto the beach and roll onto my back, looking up into the cloudy Caribbean sky. I laughed at first, I mean it was pretty funny to me at the time... Then of course the reality hit me. I rose to my feet and looked around, I saw a few plumes of smoke coming up from different parts of the island. I figured that if I survived there had to be others. I wobbled a little as I walked towards the nearest area with scattered wreckage. I smiled as I picked up a half full water bottle, taking off the cap and chugging it. I tossed the bottle to the side and walked around the large hunk of metal and material in front of me. I pulled a sharp hunk of aluminum from the outside and poked the sharp edge against my pointer finger. "This'll do for now" I told myself, turning away from the wreckage and facing away from the shore and towards a vast island. "Hmmm... that's pretty intimidating." I decided there was always tomorrow to explore this island... I laid down in one of the airplanes seats that was leaning against the wreckage and I shut my eyes. I fell asleep to the many colors of the sunset.
DAY TWO
I woke up peacefully. It felt like maybe 8 or 9 in the morning when I rose from my seat. The first half hour was spent in the water and on the beach, getting the sand out of my clothes. After removing the sand from my clothes and redressing I walked towards the Jungle that stretched over the island. The jungle was shaded by the treetops and filled with the sounds of the animals within. The jungle made me feel uneasy. It made me feel like I was being watched. After walking for a while I had found what I was looking for. "Bananas!" Never before had I ever been so enthusiastic about a banana. After scarfing down the banana I heard something rustling behind me. I turned around to see a black sillouete run across a branch in the distance. I froze instantly, my eyes wide and my heart beating faster. I called out In an act of stupidity. "Hello?" A dart lodged into a tree beside me. "Oh shit... Oh shit oh shit! I'm outta here!" I ran through the dense jungle, jumping over rocks and sliding under branches as I ran. I heard fast paced footsteps behind me and the whizzing of the darts flying past my head. "Leave now and I'll let you live!" I think I was bluffing. "Just g-" I hit the dirt abruptly, my legs wrapped in a sling. I rolled over onto my back and struggled to get free of the bondage. The footsteps approaching were way too close for comfort. "Ughhhh come on!" I tore the rope loose just as the native turned the corner to find me there on my back. I clenched my teeth and narrowed my eyes. "Fine then... Have a piece of me!" The native ran towards me screaming and plunged a spear towards my torso. I rolled away just in time, my jacket ripped from the blow. I kicked my attackers legs hard and they fell. I got onto my knees and crawled over, pushing the spear away and climbing onto the native. "Give up now!" The native tried to yell and I put my hands to their throat. He reached up and punched me hard, making me wince and let go. He then took the opportunity and kicked me hard. I grimaced and groaned, holding my gut. The man then crawled onto me and throttled me. I couldn't breath and I was panicking. I tried to writhe free and kick my way out. The world was getting darker and a tear rolled down my cheek as I gagged for air. So this was the end then? Laying in a jungle, having the life choked out of me by some half naked dude with a spear? No... this was not how it was going to end. In a last ditch effort, I reached down and pulled the aluminum shard from my jeans, bringing it up and driving it deep into my attacker's throat. A coat of crimson drizzled onto me and he yelled silently, falling lifelessly onto me. The air I so desperately needed rushed into my lungs and I shoved the man off of me as I sat up. I screamed to breathe. Sick and overwhelmed, I got onto my knees and dropped the improvised knife looking over at the man off to the side, a dark stain spreading from beneath him. It took a moment for me to be able to speak. "Holy shit! I-I just killed him!" I shook in panic and put my bloodied hands to my face. I rose to my feet, still a little shaky and covered in blood. I looked away from the body and into the dense foilage. It seemed eerily calm... much quieter than when I had first walked into this deathtrap. The native only had the spear and the sparse clothing he wore. he must have dropped the blowgun or whatever he shot the dart with because he had nothing else. I lifted the spear and snapped it in half with my knee. My demeanor turned to a more calm attitude. I tried to push the thoughts of my actions from my mind, lifting the sharp half of the spear and examining it. "An a-absolutely... Fine weapon." I struggled to speak, trying hard to put a smile back on my face. I looked to my arm and saw that there was a dart in it. pulling it out, I felt a bit dreary. "Noooo.." I said slower than usual. I sucked at the wound and spit out as much of the drug as I could. I decided that if I stayed here I was a dead man. The walk was slow and painful. I continued through the forest until I reached an opening. It had taken hours to get to this opening... That banana didn't help as much as I hoped it would. The opening led to a new beach. The moon stood overhead and the sky was dark. The last thing that I saw through my heavy eyes before collapsing was a rotten boat, towering above me...
DAY THREE
The sun was bright. Seagulls were high in the sky, making their usual noises. There I was on the beach, the taste of my blood sour in my mouth. It must have been mid-day when I came to. I was on my belly in the sand. I rolled onto my back and sat up, familiarizing myself with the area around me. The jungle was behind me, the mountain to my left, and a large boat from years and years ago laid before me, half submerged. Laughing probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to do, but I was laughing nonetheless. I couldn't tell if I was the luckiest man alive, or the unluckiest. I pulled my jacket off and threw it aside, rising to my feet and cracking my neck as I took a few steps towards the boat. "Well aren't you pretty." I said, smiling to myself as I looked at the remnants of the ship. I moved around the wreck, looking for a way to get inside. "Ahah!" I waded into the water and went under the surface, swimming through an opening in the side. The interior of the ship was dark, damp, and musty. I wandered around and looked around inside of the hull for anything I could use, singing to myself. "You used to call me on my cell phoneeee late night when you neeed my lovee" The hull had a few cannons leaning to one side of the ship, and only half of them looked like they were really rusty. It's funny how things stick around over time, isn't it? I walked up the stairs that seemed steeper with the slope of the ship. This led to the captains cabin. I opened the door and beamed as I looked inside. There was a table in the center of the room, covered in torn up, faded, maps and manuscripts and tools used for navigation. To the left was a barrel of what looked to be rum, surrounded by a sword display. The right side of the room held wooden boxes that immediately caught my attention. I quickly walked over to one of the boxes and pried it open, lifting what was inside with a wide smile. "Haha! A goddamn legend!" I held it in my hand, admiring with wide eyes. The smoothbore flintlock riflle from... The 1600s? Filled me with a joy I hadn't felt since I had been on this island.... Hours later I stood on the beach. A large bag was slung over my shoulder that was filled with a few bottles of rum, several bananas, some ammunition and three flintlock pistols. Two swords hung by my waist and two flintlock pistols were tucked into my jeans. I began my search for other survivors...
DAY FOUR
As I walked along the beach, my anger grew. It all seemed so unfair. It all felt so unreal. I shoved my hand into my bag and pulled out one of the bottles of rum. "I guess i'm old enough." I put the spout to my mouth and took a few gulps, smiling like a loon. Thoughts flew through my brain. Why the hell did I kill that guy? I could have found some other way! maybe I could have knocked him out. Maybe it's this fucking island. I hate it here. The people here are still trying to hold on and pretend that there is nothing wrong.. They need to live... they need someone to help them.. Maybe that Hounsome guy from the plane will take care of them... maybe I should stop letting other people take over my life.. I think those people need me. I look towards the center of the islands, where the majority of the plane should have landed. That will be where Hounsome is...
An hour or two into my walk I hear screaming coming from the forest.. probably some idiot that drank mud or some shit. I can't fucking deal with this stuff.. I shout in anger and pull my bag behind my back so it won't interrupt my walking. I walk straight into the forest and see a woman struggling with two natives, holding her down and beating at her face and chest. I storm up and draw both of the flintlock pistols. In an flash of light and smoke, the two natives drop dead. I walk up to the girl and speak while she is on the ground. "My name is Wrennyn. These natives can't be trusted. The areas around the mountains are filled with them so be wary. Go downhill and you will find most of the other survivors and plenty of food." I leave the girl there before she can thank me and walk towards where I figure the others will be. I reload the guns on the way...
I push aside the bushes and look forward. A bunch of survivors stand around a small fire beside the majority of the plane wreck. Talking and having a good time. I walk up to Hounsome, standing high and mighty on a small perch. I stand up to his height and introduce myself, one hand on the hilt of one of my swords and the other hand forward to shake hands. "My name is Wrennyn Foster. I'm here to help. Ryan smiled and shook my hand. “My name is Ryan Hounsome. I’m glad you could make it. You must have heard me and my megaphone.” Ryan paused and looked around at the people outside of their encampment, the people returned Ryan's glance. “Anyways,” he continued while looking around, “thanks for coming along. People seem to be misinterpreting my encouraging words as self-proclaimed pride. Maybe you can tell the others that this isn’t the damn Hunger Games. This is real life. They don’t seem to realize that people, like you and my other friend, came to me to work together as a group to survive.” I followed Ryan as he and I walked over to the fire, I saw the group's water, food, medical, and equipment supplies as well as a finished hut. “Did you see a young guy, possibly a high schooler, holding a metal pole and hunting?” I shook my head no with a frown. Ryan turned on his megaphone. “The representative from California has the floor. Will the guy hunting with a pole please return to the shelter? Follow the sound of my voice. I hope you can see my flare.” I looked over, a smile on my face. “What flare?” Ryan smiled and got out his flare gun. “Happy Holidays everybodyyyy!” Ryan shot the flare gun into the sky above them. “I think Santa came early this year!” Ryan then turned to me. “Welcome to paradise. Watch your back, I feel like we’re being watched by the other passengers with bad intentions. Maybe it’s because they want to know my Spec Ops history at Area 51. Anyways, if the guy who’s hunting doesn’t come back by sunset, I’m going to go out and search for him. Right now, there are a lot of people with injuries here, and I think we should help them by making them huts for shelter. Otherwise, they’ll be exposed. You can help me with that, or you can dig for water by the trees. I have some water purification tablets and straws for us if you get some. We should probably donate our medical supplies to the people too.” Ryan checked his rifle and his pistol and turned away from me. "Copy that, Hounsome." I replied with a chuckle, as I turned away.
DAY FIVE
I slept in the camp for the first time. People in the camp were happier. They felt safe because they knew that there were others that would help take care of them. It was something that a lot of these people were looking for since the start of this. I stood on top of a rock near the center of the camp and yelled out with my hands to my mouth. "Hey I'm sure you all want a place to sleep more comfortably! I think I can help you guys with that" I smiled wide, I always kind of liked to get the spotlight. "The sides of the plane would make great walls. Anyone willing to help me build more homes can help me now!" A few people stepped up from the crowd and I motioned towards the remnants of the plane. We all walked over and I pointed to the top of the plane. "Break off the roofs and we can get to the sides. Then we will tear the walls into segments and make four walls. He can use the screws from the plane to hold them together. Just screw them in with your hand. They don't need to be as tight. When that is done we will put the roofs on top of this all and bolt them down." I looked around the small attentive crowd. "Any questions? No? Alright let's get to work." I helped pull the roofs out first. We all piled them off to the side. Then we all yanked off the sides and yada yada... anyways.. we got a few small huts up. 5 huts for 5+ people each. The best part was that there were still supplies remaining for more huts. After I thanked the others I let them go. I walked into the empty skeleton of the plane, pulling the cushions from the seats and going to each of the huts, tossing a few in each. At nightfall I looked over my work. Then I turned around and faced the community fire. Hounsome walked up beside me. "You did pretty good today, Mr. Foster. You are a valuable member of our camp." He shook my hand. "I look forward to working with you much more in the future." I beamed and chuckled. "As do I, Lieutenant." I walked forward, towards the fire. People were laughing and chatting, sometimes even singing a bit. I leaned on a tree to the side, rising my hand on my sword hilt. I was warmed enough by the flickering orange glow of the fire. I loved this place. These people were great. I would do... anything for these people...
DAY SIX
I limped and stumbled on my way back to camp. My step was wobbly and the extra weight wasn't helping. I apologized each time I let Alice hit the ground before pulling her back up. "So... from the accent... I'm guessing you are from the United Kingdom..." I said, trying to give myself something else to think of. "I'm from Bristol... In England." She responded. "I visited London once... selling soap to people... I loved the rain." I responded. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around my neck tighter as i trudged up a sandy hill. I caught sight of the camp. Hounsome was standing off to the side with binoculars. I waved my hand and yelled. "Hounsome!! Over here, mate!" I took a few steps forward and fell, holding my side and crying out in pain. I got up to my knees and when I looked up Hounsome was beside me, giving directions to a few people to take Alice before running over to me. "Wrennyn! What happened? You're bleeding!" He bent down and looked at the wound before motioning to a woman to come over. "This is Dr. Beatrice Black. she's an expert in her field. Tell me what happened." "Well I ran into the woods when I heard some screaming... Basically some guy was attacked by those savages when he was trying to help out Alice over there. I tried to save him... I managed to kill most of his attackers and save Alice." I paused "He isn't with us anymore." I looked down, but my somber mood turned to a cringe as the doctor lady beside me poked my wound. "Ow! What the fuck?... Pardon." I covered my mouth. "Let's get you back to the camp" Dr. Black said. The two of them hoisted me up onto my feet and we walked into the camp. I sat down on a bunch of cushions in one of the huts and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.
DAY SEVEN
I sat up in bed. Was I home? Was this just a dream? I looked around the hut and remembered it was made from the plane parts. Oh... no.. okay then. I turned and put my feet onto the ground. There were bandages wrapped around the wounds on my abdomen and my shoulder. I stood up slowly with a groan. "You're not in Kansas anymore, Wren.." I said to myself with a smile. I walked to the side of the room and picked up my white button up. There was blood and mud on it, but I didn't really mind. I sniffed it and shrugged before putting it on. I slipped on my shoes that were beside the bed and holstered my pistols before sheathing my swords. It was nice of the doctor to set up my stuff for me. I rolled up the sleeves of my button up and ran a hand through my dark hair as I pushed the door open. It was about midday. The sun was high in the sky and I had to squint to see. People were up and working around the camp. Some were filtering water using sedimentation. Others were breaking open coconuts and scraping out the insides. Some were a little into the woods, collecting berries. The few children there seemed preoccupied with a pile of mud. Seems like people are getting used to a more comfortable life again. I refuse to feel like nothing is wrong though. I feel like something dreadful is on its way, and it will hit when least expected. I looked to my right. That was where the other huts were. I walked with crossed arms to the next hut over, peering inside. Alice laid on the cushion bed and slept quietly. I walked in and nudged her shoulder. "Good morning sleeping beauty." I said, a smile crossing my face. Her eyes fluttered open and she leaned up slowly, stretching and looking around. "Oh.. Hey. What's up?" "Not much... Wanted to see how you were." I sat down on the bed beside her. "Feeling a bit better now?" I continued. "Yeah... Glad to see you're moving about." She replied, smiling wide. I couldn't help but smile back. Her accent was super cute, as was she. I itched above my eye and sat in silence for a moment.. "Well... Uhhh I am glad you're doing good... I'll... See you around?" I asked cautiously. "I sure hope so." She replied with rosy cheeks. I froze mid laugh with a smile before rising abruptly. "Alrighty, Miss White... I will see you... around." I said as I stepped from the hut. I smiled wide as I walked into the center of the camp. I am really enjoying these islands...
Later that day, when the sun was starting to slide beneath the trees, I met another survivor. I was sitting at the campfire with several others Including Alice, Ryan, and Grant. The group was all talking about something, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was looking to the tree line and to the beaches, checking for danger... That was when she caught my eyes. I caught her staring at me as she sat cross legged on a rock about ten feet away. Once she knew I saw her, I winked and looked back to the fire. I sat about a minute more before rising And turning towards the rock where I saw the girl. She wasn't there... I looked a bit longer and saw her leaning against a palm tree close to that rock. I walked over with my arms crossed. I felt that when I crossed my arms I looked most impressive... I should really ask someone someday.. I was a few feet away when I spoke. "Wrennyn Foster's the name." I propped one foot up onto the rock and leaned forward. I smiled wide. "Natalia Osipova.. Pleasure to meet you." She stated In a rich Russian accent. It was music to my ears. "Pleasure's mine." I replied. She smirked and readjusted herself. "So Miss Osipova, where're you from?" "Florida... Before that, Moscow." I nodded. "What did you do for a living?" "I danced." I grinned. "Ballet?" She nodded. "How about you Mr. Foster? What did you do?" I knew she was lying. I lied constantly... I knew how to spot my kind. "I sell soap... Yeah... Big companies have surpluses of soap... Hand 'em down to the little guys." She laughs loudly and I laughed back. "Would you like to take a walk, Natalia?" I ask politely. "Such a beautiful evening.. How could I refuse?" She pushes her back from the palm tree and I stand. We both face the beach and walk.
Later we both sat side by side on the beach. A small fire sat in front of us kept us warm. It was darker out and the sun was not a sliver on the horizon. We talked about different things... Our ages, favorite foods, the first thing we would do once we got off of this godforsaken island. I loved every second of it. She was funny, smart, talented, and definitely attractive. I smiled wide and leaned back, staring off at the colorful sky as I asked. "So what do you really do?" Her smike faded a bit. "I don't know what you mean." I chuckled and looked over at her. "You and I... we're survivors. We check our surrounding and remember the things other people view as irrelevant.. We are both the types of people that are going to come out of this place alive. You and I are different from them all." I looked into her eyes... I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. I paused for a second. "You were going to Rio for something.. I laughed. I am Wrennyn Foster... an international arms dealer that is infamous for his secrecy and great selection. Who are you?" She paused for a moment and her smile returned. "Natalia Osipova, spy for the KGB, but I wasn't lying when I said I danced for a living, I do," she said. I beamed. "That is awesome," I replied. I asked her all sorts of questions about what missions she has had in the past, how many people she pushed out of her way, and about how she felt about her job. She was extraordinarily entertaining. Absolutely fantastic... we fell asleep on the beach beside the fire. Sleeping side by side facing each other. I am really enjoying these islands...
DAY EIGHT
I sat on the beach with my eyes shut. I wasn't feeling that good anymore. I wasn't sick or anything... something just felt off.
I let Natalia sleep in. She was still laying further up on the beach, resting quietly where I left her.
She had a death grip on my arm when I woke up that must have taken about twenty minutes to break, but hey, I'm fine now.
I opened my eyes, my mind meandering through a multitude of thoughts and ideas.
I thought back to the camp. To Alice, Grant, and Hounsome... All of the people I really trusted.
As I thought my anger grew greatly. I realized this was all slowly falling apart and it would really only be a matter of time before we all ended up dead.
Natalia placed her hand on my shoulder and my grimace faded.
"Good morning." she said.
"Good morning." I replied.
She sat beside me in the sand and looked out at the sea. I scratched the back of my neck before speaking.
"You know... I always loved the ocean. When I was young I always felt so closed in with life. I mean... just so many petty things piling up and digging into me as if they really mattered. I used to go to the beach to remind myself."
Natalia looked over at me when I paused.
"Remind yourself of what?"
"That there is so much more out there than what I am living in right now. That there is quite literally an endless expanse before me that I can explore as I please. That... is what I remind myself."
We sat in silence for a moment. And she looked back out to sea. I spoke up after that moment.
"Hounsome told me he needed to talk to me... said it was urgent... I should probably go and talk to him."
I picked up a shell beside me and chucked it into the sea. I stood up and faced away from her.
"Hey..." she spoke up and I turned.
"I really enjoyed talking with you... do it again sometime?" she continued.
I nodded my head with a slight smile.
"I'd like nothing more."
I stuffed my hands into my pockets and walked down the trail towards the camp. I didn't let my guard down, but I made it seem like I did... just in case.
Hounsome stood in the center of the camp, joking with a few other survivors and wandering about the camp. I walked towards him and pulled my hands from my pockets to cross my arms.
"Ryan... you said you needed to talk about something?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Ah yes... here Wrennyn... come with me.." he responded.
We walked off inside a hut and he closed it with a plane wing section. He spoke first.
"A helicopter... arrived at the island earlier... dropped off a box before leaving." he stated. He didn't look too happy.
"Really? What did it drop?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Food, water, medical supplies... and a suitcase." He paused and I listened.
"Inside the suitcase was a paper. That single paper is the reason that no one has saved us yet." I remained silent. he hesitated.
"A third world war." he turned towards me. My eyes widened.
"You're shitting me right?" I asked. Hounsome shook his head and looked down.
"No. There wasn't much detail on the paper, but we will not be leaving this island... anytime soon." I couldn't believe him at the time, but I knew it had to be true. Hounsome isn't really the man to lie. I held my head in my hands and tried to comprehend the last thirty seconds.
"Well... I think it's best we make sure we live until that time.. I think we should clear this island. It may be the smaller of the two, but it has a lot of resources. The bigger island will not be as easy to take." I said. He nodded and paused before replying.
"Alright then... sounds like a plan. We will talk later." He held out his hand and shook mine before I left.
Later I stood in the center of the camp. The community fire was lit and the people gathered around to warm themselves and socialize. Where was Alice? I didn't see her all day. Ugh.. that doesn't really matter right now. She'll turn up eventually. I leaned against a palm tree near the community fire, listening to Hounsome talk to the group... Why wasn't he talking about the outside world? Wasn't he going to tell them? No... he'd tell them shortly... Right? I listened... and listened... i listened even after everyone had left besides Hounsome and I. I approached him.
"Oh hey Wrennyn... You look upset. What's wrong?" he asked innocently.
"I am a tad bit pissy tonight, aren't I?... where in that talk of food and survival was the part about the outside world falling in on itself?" my tone rose and I knew Hounsome realized it.
"Hey listen.." he started with a hint of sternness. "These people... are just starting to settle in... and as long as they think that everything is fine... they will continue to function as if it really is." he finished. I grabbed his shoulder.
"I thought you were a bit more honest than that ..." I paused. "I can see your justification, but these people need to be informed..." My eyes narrowed a bit. He laughed.
"Cmon, Wren... If you introduce chaos to these people, they will turn to anarchy and figuratively eat each other, like these uncivilized cannibals." Was he serious right now?
We stared at each other in silence.. I could feel hostilities growing. I let go of his shoulder and took a step back.. "I'll leave it be for now, Hounsome... only this once..." i pointed at him as i spoke.
"As you wish." he replied. I turned and walked over to the hut, reaching in and pulling out my bag. I walked towards the beach.
When i got to the beach, Natalia was already reclining by our small fire, looking into the distance. She turned her head when she heard me approaching. She took one look at me and asked.
"Rough day?" She looked concerned. I couldn't even hold back my slight smile.
"Getting better." I replied with a smile. she chuckled and looked back out to sea. "So what did you get in to while I was away?" I asked. "Nothing really, just took a walk," she replied, "you?" "Natalia... I found out why no one has tried to save us yet," I spoke slowly and looked at my shoes. "What?" she asked, curious. "World War Three has started," I answered. "I bet Russia started it," She said. I don't know any of the details... They really don't matter right now though. "I don't know many details yet," I replied. I was tired. This day was really long.
"Let's just lay down and try to go to bed. I'm sure it's been a long day for you," When she said this I was already half asleep. I didn't say anything as I laid down next to her in the sand. I wrapped my arms around her and we we were laying silently by the time we fell asleep...
DAY NINE
I rolled off of Natalia... with a very.. wide... smile.
"Well that was hot," she stated, short of breath.
"I try," I replied with a giggle. I looked over at her. She bit her lip and took my hand. We interlocked fingers and gazed into each other's eyes.
"You are a good guy, Wrennyn..." she said with a more serious tone. It look me a bit off guard. I looked up at the dark early morning sky before speaking.
"You make this island tolerable, Nat..." and I meant it. I looked back over at her. I knew she wouldn't dare go weak for me. She tried to keep a calm demeanor, as did I.
"So what are you doing today?" she finally asked.
"Oh... well I'm pissed at Ryan... so I'm going to spread rumors about him and raise dissent." I said jokingly as I kept a perfect straight face, and she laughed and covered her mouth.
"That's horrible Wren..." she said with a chuckle as I sat up and pulled on my shirt.
"I'm no saint.." I smiled down at her and winked. She returned that smile.
"Good.. I wouldn't want you to be some boring... pacifist.." she said as she started to get dressed. I laughed and crawled over to her, poking her nose.
"See..? perfect..." I rose and dropped a flintlock by her, "here... keep this just in case alright?" She looked down at the flintlock before picking it up and pushing it into her jeans.
"I'll... be safe.." she said.
I had some business to attend to. I walked into the camp... my arms were crossed and a half fake smile stood on my face. I waved to people and said hello to those who greeted me. They wouldn't have guessed my darker intentions... I was moving towards the plane wreckage. I climbed into the interior and stuffed my hands into my pockets. We should really clean the bodies from inside of here. Being an arms dealer... I'm afraid to say I was a bit used to the smell. It reminded me of West Africa. The pricks there kept calling me the Lord of War. I crossed my arms and continued to look around the scene. I nudged a man over with my shoe and looked beneath him. Jackpot! A notebook. I picked up the notebook. There wasn't much blood on it and there were still a few pages, that is some high end stuff right there. I took the notebook and left the camp.
Later I sat with Natalia on the beach. She gave me a cigarette that I took happily. I hadn't smoked in a long time. She leaned on my side and I stared at the open notebook. I took a long drag and let it out slowly.
"I suppose it's time for me to write then..." I said quietly, and She nodded.
"I still haven't got a clue what you are writing..." she replied. Every word came with a puff of smoke that filled my nostrils. I chuckled.
"I don't really either," I sighed and looked up for a moment, turning my attention to Natalia. She was so beautiful. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"I have to make Hounsome look like a dickhead. It has to all be true though... " I continued. She reached behind me and rubbed my back. I didn't realize just how tired I was until then. She scooted away and laid down beside the fire.
"Well... when you are done with your silly writing.. perhaps you can join me over here." She shoved her cigarette into the sand and looked at me for a long time before shutting her eyes. I sat and stared at that blank paper for god knows how long, I wasn't satisfied with Hounsome's leadership so far. People were still dying at a fast rate. I need to do something about this. I sighed and took another drag from the cigarette. My gaze shifted to Natalia.. She looked so peaceful. She was the only person I trusted on this island. Partly because I knew she could really fend for herself. Hounsome would let his high morals get into the way. Natalia and I could be the new leaders, we would know what to do. We could keep the people safe. I folded my arms over my knees, supporting my chin with one hand. I smiled wide. I think it's best I just wait until morning to work on this. I leaned back a bit and put my pen to the paper. I sat until the sky was getting bright again, drawing every detail of Natalia's perfect figure. I flicked my cigarette butt into the fire and dropped the notebook in the sand. I crawled over to Natalia and kissed her forehead as I laid down behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I closed my eyes..
"Natalia? Are you awake?" I asked. She didn't respond.
"Okay good," I paused for a second, "I love you..."
DAY TEN
I woke up when the sun was just peeking over the horizon on the other side of the island. I opened my eyes and covered my mouth as I yawned.
"Nat are you awake?" I asked. It was kinda funny seeing as that was basically the last thing I said to her last night. After a moment she answered me.
"Yeah," she replied. I slowly sat up from my position and rubbed Natalia's back.
"Good... We have some work to do today. Up for a bit of a walk?" She jokingly groaned and sat up with a smile.
"Fine... where are we going?" she asked.
"We are headed to the far side of the islands. That's where I found these guns... and many more. This is what we are going to need if we are to topple Hounsome and build up the survivor's camp," I answered. She rubbed her eyes and rose to her feet without speaking.
"Alright... lead the way, Wren," she replied with a chuckle. Maybe she was still waking up. She seemed tired. I walked along the beach and peeked behind me. She was looking at the picture I drew of her last night. Her smile was wonderful. I continued walking with a reddened face, attempting to avoid the drawing. She scurried over quickly and leaned against my side, taking my hand and holding it tight in hers. I looked over at her. Her eyes were locked on mine. I couldn't help but smile.
"So this boat of yours... it's all the way over on the opposite side of the island?" she questioned.
"Afraid so, Nat.. It is a bit inconvenient, isn't it?" I responded with a frown.
"Indeed it is. And how exactly are we going to carry these guns back, Mr Foster?" she quizzed. I didn't know how to respond... shit.
"Hmmm.. well I guess we'll... uhhh... make something to hold them all in a bundle and then carry them back," I responded. She chuckled. I held her hand as we walked across the tree trunk bridge to the other side of the island. It was easier for her... she did ballet and her balance was top notch. I on the other hand I am not the most balanced man on earth. Once we got to the other side we walked along the riverside to the beach, and then continued our travels to the mountain.
The sun was out when we took our first break. I'm pretty sure it was morning though. We stopped near a banana tree on the beach, pulling some of the yellow fruits down and devouring them quickly. Natalia burped and I laughed loudly. She laughed too, but not as hard. We froze.
"Wrennyn.. did you he-"
"Yeah, I heard it." I dropped the banana I was eating in the sand and took Natalia's hand, pulling her into the water. We waded into the water and crouched down. Two men came out of the jungle, one held an Uzi and the other held a machete. Natalia rose slightly to whisper to me.
"Pirates... Somalian Pirates?" She hypothesized. I nodded in agreement before rising and whispering.
"Yeah... we should follow them... look at their weapons. With one of those uzis we could level a small tribe of the cannibals," I added. She nodded and we slowly waded back onto the beach as the two men started to meander back into the jungle.
Natalia and I had followed them here. A small camp with maybe 15-20 pirates. There were four sizable huts with open doors. The pirates were all armed with a pistol or a machete besides one. One man seemed to be their leader. He held a bazooka. When we both saw him we exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"What the fuck?" I mouthed. We were both crouched down in a patch of tall grass. She almost looked a bit worried at first. We had been sneaking for a long time. It would really suck to be spotted now. I looked over at the hut closest to us. One guard at the door on the side. I motioned to Natalia and tossed her a small knife. We waited another minute or so before executing our plan. We both sprinted forward at once. I pushed the man into the hut and kicked his gun away. I covered his mouth and Natalia entered the hut, looking outside to make sure no one was coming before walking over to the pirate and driving the blade into his throat. I shut his eyes.
"Rest in peace," I whispered with a sigh. Natalia tugged on my shirt and I stood. We closed the doors slowly. Making sure not to call attention to ourselves. We were in the devil's den.
"Wrennyn. light a match.. I can't see shit in here." She breathed with a smile. I lit one of our matches and bent down. The floor was dirt and a few leaves got inside. I piled them up and lit them on fire before shaking the match out.
"Alright... time to see what they have in here," I muttered. There were two boxes. One was marked ammunition and the other was marked... Natalia saw it too.
"Holy shit, Wrennyn." She covered a squeal with her mouth. I held my breath with a smile and pried the second box open.
"...Jackpot!" I piped excitedly!
DAY ELEVEN
Avtomat Kalashnikov model of 1947. Better known as the AK-47 or the Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle and my biggest source of income. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood that all fighters love. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It'll shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do. The Soviets put it on a coin and Mozambique put it on a flag. Since the Cold War ended, it has been the Russian people's greatest export. After that was vodka, Caviar, and suicidal novelists... (People definitely weren't lining up to buy their cars.) We had a box full of these iconic guns... Just sitting in front of us. Natalia was saying some shit in Russian that I couldn't understand and we both had the guns in our hands. "We hit the motherload, Natalia..." She giggled giddily and looked over at me with the eyes of an excited 4 year old opening presents. I opened the box full of ammo and started stuffing magazines of ammo into my bag. We both slung one of the guns onto our shoulders and then picked up seconds to hold in our hands. I could hear her heavily breathing and I laughed. The door fell in and a man with a machete in his hand stood at the doorway. "Awaque? Is that you?" he asked. He just barely got these words out before we turned towards him and filled him with lead. He lurched back with every shot and fell on his arse with a groan. "Shit... Not our best plan," stated Natalia.
That gunfire was loud. Every pirate heard it. I know this because when Natalia and I walked through the doorway into the center of the camp, they all stood around aiming at us. No one shot, the air was still. "So... I'm Wrennyn... This is Natalia." I motioned to Natalia who stood behind me. "What are you doing here?" asked one of the men. I paused for a moment. "Taking your guns," I admited... The leader started to laugh. "So you mean to tell me... You snuck in here, we didn't spot you, you killed one of our people, and took guns that are rightfully ours?" I nodded. "That's about right," the entire group laughed. "Well then... You are our kinds of people," the leader stated. They all laughed and lowered their guns besides two men who took off into the woods. I was so confused. I looked back to Natalia.. Who was even more confused. The leader walked up to me and hugged me with a chuckle. The others just... Did their own thing.
"I am Gutaale! It is a pleasure meeting you," Gutaale had the biggest smile I have ever seen.
"Uhhmm... pleasure is mine," I added, "two of your men. Just booked it into the woods." I pointed behind him and he looked.
"Oh... They will be dealt with," Gutaale said. Somehow he had smiled even wider as he motioned for some of the men to pursue them. This was a very strange turn of events.... They must have been in a very bad spot.
"Okay... So who is making you worry so much that you are going to trust a couple of complete fucking strangers?" I challenged. Gutaale's smile faded.
"It's those damn natives.. They killed two of my men yesterday... There were forty of us when we first came here. Look at us now." Gutaale motioned towards their small downtrodden camp. Natalia took a few steps forward and looked around.
"Wrennyn and I can fix this," he said with a smile.
"We can?"
"Of course we can... We just need.. Four of your men Gutaale." He stared at her with a questioning look before nodding. Man these people were either really good at reading people or really fucking stupid. I chuckled.
"Alright," Gutaale responded. He motioned towards the four closest men and basically gave us control of them.
What we did to that camp... was... Efficient. Natalia explained the plan to me and the others as we walked. It was only after we stood in the center of one of many tribal camps, that we realized what we could do. The four pirates were walking teepee to teepee, shooting the last of the natives. Our policy was to leave none of the barbaric cannibals alive. Our guns hung at our shoulders and the last of the survivors were being dragged into the center of the camp. The tepees were set ablaze.
"What do we do with the prisoners, sir?" they asked. I dragged my finger across my throat and took Natalia's hand. I looked over at her and nodded. We watched as the prisoners dropped forward, bloody and lifeless. Cleanup was easier... The fires were already started. When we were finished we fired our AK-47s into the air and walked off. Gutaale would be proud.
Later that night we sat and talked about the island. The topic of the natives and survival came up. I smiled and told Gutaale about the survivors camp. They were going through the same things we were going through.. We agreed to set out to the camp in the next day or so. We could always use some help. Especially Gutaale's blank minded help. Imagine just how defended the camp could be. Natalia, the other survivors, and I could start building a new civilization there.. A new city on a brand new island. we all deserved a safe and comfortable life on this island. I could help make that dream a reality. The goal here is survival..
DAY TWELVE
I was wrong.... miserably and utterly wrong. Hounsome wasn't bad. He was just trying to survive like the rest of us. I mean he might not be the best leader, but he was something. I can only imagine what the people think of me now.. They definitely misenterpreted my actions... The hut I sat in was cold and lit by a single candle. I held one of Natalia's cigarettes between by teeth, blowing smoke as I browsed through the few belongings of my lost love. I sat on the muddy floor, leaning against the cot I had slept in the night before with Nat. She was really gone, and it really all happened in a blink of an eye. Someone knocked at my door.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Sir... Gutaale is asking what our next move should be... He wants your response within the hour." I took a moment to respond.
"Alright... I'll be out soon okay?" My response was the sloshing of boots as the pirate ran through the rain. I stood and ran a hand through my hair, taking a drag of the cigarette before tucking it behind my ear. I looked down at myself. The new clothes Gutaale could spare fit quite well. A black button up, blue jeans, a green army jacket... And of course my bloody and muddy chuck Taylor's that I insisted on keeping. (Shoutout to Converse!) I turned and faced the cot. The two swords sitting on the bed cut into my soul, forcing me to recollect such hellish memories. 'What have you done?' They shouted. 'You killed someone you loved!' They would continue. I'm not a good man... I know that. I compromise and I fight and I risk everything.... I'm the man who sold his world. I lifted the first blade and looked down the sharp edge. It was sharper than ever, glistening in the candlelight. I sheathed it quickly and looked to the next blade. It still had a red tint on it... When I lifted the blade to inspect it, it . The blade was dull in some places... It was likely to tear and cut simultaneously. A violent, but effective tool. I sheathed it quickly. Both swords were on my left side, a sheath to hold them beside each other. I doubt I would need to access them quickly due to the IMI Desert Eagle strapped to my right thigh. Time to get my head back in the game... I walked over to the door and pushed it open... More of this rain? I'm kinda liking it. I stepped outside and walked towards Gutaale. I took the cigarette from my ear and stuck it between my lips as he grabbed my shoulder and consoled me... I told him what our next move would be...
I messed up. It's time to head back and make things right at the camp. Explain what I meant to do...
(of course now... After reading Hounsome's story... Seems like all hell is gunna break loose...)
DAY THIRTEEN
Gutaale and I turned at the sound of a voice in the woods. Even in the rain it was incredibly clear.
"Wrennyn, you're gunna have company!" The voice shouted. I recognized the voice instantly and tugged on Gutaale's jacket as I walked backwards away from the sound. Only moments later did the machine guns start firing. Pirates fell around us, riddled with gunshot wounds. Somali and Russian Words were being screamed into the rain. Some pirates tried to take cover from their unseen opponents while others tried to make it to the woods. Gutaale and i were pinned behind a pile of logs strapped down by ropes. He yelled to his men and I drew my Desert Eagle.
"Gutaale we have to get out of here! we are not going to make it if we don't!" Gutaale stared into nothingness.
"Wren.. my friend.... you need to go! And I mean now!" He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me from the protected area.
"Shit shit shit shit!" I yelled loudly as mud flew up around me, bullets whizzing through the air. I ran as fast as I could towards the opposite end of the camp, to get out into the forest and lose my pursuers. I only looked back for one moment... only to see Gutaale lurch back and fall to the ground dead. the village was illuminated by the burning huts, still engulfed in flames regardless of the hard rain. Gunfire continued to ring out as I dove into the woods, crouching behind a log and slowing my breathing. I pushed the wet black hair from my face and rose slowly, watching the firefight going on in the opening. I saw Russian forces advancing in on the pirates that were pinned in the wreckage of their camp. Poor souls. I have to say... they fought hard even when it seemed hopeless. I turned away from the fight and jogged deeper into the woods. Out of nowhere, someone slammed into me, knocking me to the ground with a loud grunt. I drew my Desert Eagle, rolled over quickly and then pushed myself up onto my feet in one smooth motion. Ryan stood opposite of me. A 44 Magnum gripped tightly in his hand. There was silence between us. Nothing but the wind that swooped around us and the thick rain that fell.
"Nice to see you again, Wrennyn..." Ryan called with a laugh. I slowly responded. I wasn't sure of what to do.
"It's Uhh... Nice to see you too, Ryan." I returned cautiously. We circled each other, each holding our guns level with the other's head.
"You know... Ever since you decided to leave us and hang out with your new friends out here, a lot has changed." Ryan started.
"Ryan, I can explain. It was all a big misun-"
"I don't need to hear that now... Those pirates... Natalia... That blood is all on your hands, Wrennyn."
"If I had succeeded and brought the guns back to the camp, we wouldn't be in this mess! Those Russians would be gone... And would have helped everyone. together!" Ryan doubted himself... Only for a moment. I could see his trigger finger quivering.
"Ryan... If either of us pulls the trigger... The other will die too. That is pointless." I concluded. He took a moment to think And I did the same..
"True, but there would be one less snake in this world." I chucked at that.
"Fair enough, Ryan.. Just consider it." I finished, drawing the sharper and cleaner sword and tossing it in the mud beside Ryan. He looked down at it and smiled.
"Interesting.." He stated bluntly. I drew the other sword and we both lowered our guns before tossing them to the side. He lifted the sword parallel to himself and stood so he was balanced better. I stood straight and held my sword out so it pointed towards him. We both raised our blades... And ran towards each other.
I was on the offensive at first, starting with a barrage of skillful jabs and slashes for his upper body. He would dodge them entirely or parry each blow. I was honestly surprised. He then caught me off guard and elbowed me hard between movements. I was off balance and he took the chance to attack with strong and brutish strikes. Sure skill can help, but even the most skilled fighter can be stunned by a strong shaky blow. He caught me off guard and I moved backwards as he progressed towards me. He laughed, thinking that he would be triumphant. I swallowed my pride and went for a cheap slash for his legs. He jumped back at the last moment, but left his head open for attack. I lunged forward as fast as I could and head butted him. He fell backwards away from me, grabbing his head and trying to find out if it was rain or blood on his head. I held my forehead and tried to regain a bit of ground. I chuckled and slashed for his shoulder... And then he grabbed my wrist. He head butted me with bloody gritted teeth. It jarred me to the core. My vision went blurry and my ears rang. He twisted my wrist hard and I dropped my sword with a loud cry. He shoved me onto my back and walked up to me with a very serious expression. I slowly got up onto my knees, looking up into Hounsome's eyes. Thunder boomed above us and he tucked the blade of the sword under my chin. I smiled wide.
"Gunna kill me, Ryan? I really didn't want it to come to this. I was going to return to the camp today.. I would return with a small force of pirates and boxes of weapons and supplies..."
"We needed you.. And you just left out of the blue with Natalia."
"We were working to help the camp... With or without you.. It just turns out I was wrong about you. You're a good man." I looked down at the blade that was tucked under my chin and against my throat.. kind of ironic now that I think about it. Hounsome was quiet for a moment... Did the blade move a bit away from my throat?
"Maybe.. I was wrong too." He responded. Lightning flashed above us... We both saw the shadows coming around us.
"They are over here sir" a russian accent stated.. four men all armed. two behind me and two behind Hounsome. Hounsome held the blade to my throat and spoke.
"This is the one responsible for killing Natalia." Hounsome winked at me. Take him in. He pulled the blade back and walked backwards between the two soldiers. the soldiers moved closer and walked past both sides of him towards me. He took his shot. He quickly slashed upwards with the blade, splitting the skull on the man on the right before drawing the gun of the man on the left and firing it into his back. The bullet ran through his heart and the two of them dropped dead in the mud. The other two soldiers raised their guns to Hounsome immediately.
"Stay right where you a-!" I cut them off when I tripped the first guard, before reaching over and grabbing my sword, shoving it up and opening the second soldier's guts. That soldier fell dead and I jumped on the other thst was still scrambling to get up. I drew his knife from his calf and stabbed his throat repeatedly.
"Cmon Wrennyn... We have to get out of here." I looked up at Hounsome and we locked eyes. The rain was rinsing the blood from my hands. We stood and ran into the forest.
Hounsome and I... We will fix this.
DAY FOURTEEN
Ryan and I were running through the forest, when all of a suddenly we were being shot at. The two of us dove behind a large rock, hearing bullets whiz by our heads. I looked up and feinted worry.
"Ryan, do you have any, like, explosive weapons?" Hounsome lifted a grenade he found coincidentally and grinned.
"Well, there's this." He stated, lifting the grenade and giggling like a loon.
"Great, use it!" He used his thumb to pull the pin, but he didn't throw it.
"You know Wrennyn, I was thinking about what you said about how we'd both end up dying. Well, let's do it! Let's be martyrs!" okay.. So I was right. He is an unstable lunatic with power
"RYAN!" I yelled. Once again pretending to be weak when I'm strong. He threw it towards a hut, and less than a second later it exploded. I grabbed him by his arms and looked into his eyes. Really tired of his bullshit.
"We're being shot at by pirates and Russians on a desert island with cannibals, and you're putting our lives at stake?!" I yelled at him. All he did was laugh.... How in the hell did the people trust this guy again?
"Stay here, I'm going to get some weapons." He stated bluntly.
"Stay here, are you mad?!" I yelled back, loading my desert eagle and preparing to show this bafoon what I could really do.
"Pretty much. Hey, fun fact: Everyone that has been under my command have always made it out alive." he yelled before running back to the plane crash.
"Great, just effing great!" I grumbled. It would be a while till he got back. I waited until he was a ways out into the woods before standing and firing. The Russians fell left and right.
During the fighting a pirate ran out of the woods and positioned themself beside me, firing at the enemy without question. I really have come to see the Pirates as my allies... Then Hounsome came, jogging over towards me with a large black gun case. I looked over at him... Wondering what stunt he would pull next. He opened the case and set up his gun. Then he took one of his gun's bullet shells and showed me...
"This is a .223 round. It's the standard round for most U.S. military rifles." he picked up one of the pirate's bullet shells.
"This is the .308, the standard round for the AK-47." Actually there are several different calibers for variations of the guns, but like hell I would interrupt him now. It's best he doesn't know I'm an arms dealer yet. He took off one of the "gold chains" around his neck and inserted them into his minigun.
"This... is a .50 caliber round." He concluded, pulling back the lever and going to town while listening to music through his headphones. It was easy work past that. why in the hell was he allowed to bring that on then plane with him exactly?! The enemy forces took off into the woods and the pirate ran back into the woods. I stood and helped Ryan get his gun back in the case.
"Cmon... We gotta hurry if we wanna outrun reinforcements. They won't be as easy to deal with." he stated as he started running back to the old camp and the plane wreck. I took a step forward and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him back to a halt.
"Woah woah woah...Ryan.. The Russians are smart you know... Not sure if they told you that back in the military. They are going to head there next.. And it won't be fun." He looked over at me and nodded, seeing the logic in it.
"Alright then, Foster... Where do you suggest we go." I looked down for a moment and crossed my arms, turning towards the mountain and nodding my head.
"The high ground."
Ryan stood there thinking, and then took out a syringe from his pocket. What was he doing?
"What is that? What are you doing!? Ryan!" He started to cry. "Wrennyn, it's happening again. They said it wouldn't, but it is!" He injected it into his neck, stated "Wake me up when September ends," and he fell unconscious.
DAY FIFTEEN
Ryan went limp and hit the dirt with a thud. I looked down at him and laughed.
"That had to hurt." I bent down beside him, still afflicted with a case of the giggles as I felt for a pulse. It was strong. What was in that syringe?
"Damn it, Ryan.." I muttered with a grin. My eyes wandered to the forest around me.
"Wrennyn Foster on his own again... good stuff." I looked back up at the mountain. I could probably drag him up there if I tried really hard.
"Cmon you big dope." I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and stood. Wow this guy was heavy. Could I actually carry him up into the mountains safely? I guess it's best to try...
A few minutes and there I was... at the opening of a cave. I took a few steps into the cave and looked around, dumping Ryan on the ground and stepping over him. This cave was much bigger than I expected.... I walked deeper into the cave, trying to find anything that someone could have left behind. I walked forward carefully, taking slow steps and really taking my time to look. After some walking The cave was almost too dark to see. It looked like the cave came to an end. I sighed and placed my hands on my hips, looking at the end of the cave. Something about it didn't seem right. the cave just... stopped. I took a few steps back, looking straight ahead and concentrated. An idea popped into my head
"Wait a second!" I exclaimed, rising and rushing to the end of the tunnel. I reached out and touched the wall... or should I say curtain. I drew my Desert Eagle and slowly pulled the curtain aside. A dim light was buzzing above a door within. This was not right at all...
I opened the door silently and knelt down, holding my gun with both hands and crawling in. The room was brightly lit, filing cabinets and computer monitors on both sides of me, a door on my left, and a large window that looked like it overlooked a large open area within the cave. I moved forward, rising and standing in front of one of the computers.
"Cmon, Wrennyn... anything you can find." I looked through the files on the computer. 'The Native Experiments' 'Somalian Nightmare' 'Other Ideas' 'Russian Mercenaries' and 'The Plane Crash' were some of the many files that came up... My eyes widened and I held my hand to my mouth. This was all set up. I clicked through the files, looking through detailed plans on how to make a sabotaged plane look like an accident and how to force pirates onto an island. It was diabolical. I looked at the bottom of the screen... they had internet. Were they jamming our gear all along? i quickly pulled up Google and searched 'World War 3'. Nothing, but theories and predictions. The war was all a lie. I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey Jake? That you?" the voice echoed in the room. Shit... this wasn't looking good. "Hey if you're watching porn you can tell me man... i'll leave you be." I held my breath. "Jake? You okay in there?" The doorknob jiggled and I set my gun down on the counter, drawing my knife instead. I rushed forward as the door opened and grabbed the man by the neck, yanking him in and jabbing the blade deep into his throat. He sank to the ground and died quickly.
"Sorry man.." I muttered, rubbing my neck and turning away from his body. I walked over to the window and looked out. The room I was in overlooked the real action. Below me was a platform with dozens of men and women dressed in expensive clothes and sipping wine as the looked at large screens before them... live video feed from around the island. We were just a fucking show to them! I pushed my fist against the glass and scanned for anything else of interest. A man taking bets? A shit ton of armed guards? My eyes widened. Finally... a way to get off of this island... There must have been giant tunnels leading to the ocean... because the topside of a massive submarine was sticking out of a large pool of water off to the side...
I walked over to the computer and picked up my gun, holstering it and looking around for a piece of paper. Aha! I swooped over to the other side of the room, picking up a piece of paper and scribbling words onto it. I grabbed a piece of tape from a dispenser nearby and walked over to the door that Jake's dear departed friend came through. I opened the door quietly and taped the message onto the outside of the door.
"Porn virus on computers. Don't come inside till we get it fixed." That should keep us safe in the cave for a little while.
When I got back to where I left Hounsome, he was gone. I heard a loud noise getting louder and louder. Something slammed into me, knocking me over.
(You already read Hounsome's story.. you know how it ends :3)
DAY SIXTEEN
Hounsome and I gathered our equipment, loading up and getting ready to initiate our plans. He looked into my eyes and I nodded, knowing we needed to do this. This was our act of revenge and what would finally get us off this island.
"Ready, Wrennyn?" he asked.
"Let's do this" I responded, sliding a clip into my glock and cocking the slide with a smile. He took my shoulder and stared in the same direction.
"Wrennyn... before we do this... I want you to know that you really have helped the camp." I nodded and responded.
"Thank you, Ryan. You have been a good friend." He nodded and smiled. I walked forward and pushed the curtain aside, walking up to the door and waiting for Ryan's order.
"Now." Ryan stated, raising his gun as I kicked in the door. We rushed into the same room as the day before. The man was still on the ground so they must not have found out where we are. I advanced to the door and pulled a facemask up over my mouth and nose. Hounsome did the same. I realized that this was technically Ryan's first crime. I pushed the door open slowly and we walked through, looking down to the area that the many rich, powerful, and armed stood. They were even more guarded than before... This... would be a bloodbath. They were listening to loud music and a disco ball spun in the center of the open space. We crouched down and snuck down a staircase. The song that was playing was "Reptile" by Skrillex. As the song was rising up to a climax I was getting ready to do the unspeakable... I assume Hounsome was doing the same too. There is nothing easy about taking a man's life... no matter how little value it may have. Once it's done... you either have to force it into a joke or forget about it. The bass dropped and we stood, firing into the crowd of corrupt gamblers...
It looked like a scene that came straight from a Quentin Tarantino movie. Bodies were piled everywhere. Blood covered the floor and the walls. Guns and wreckage laid strewn about... it was awful. Ryan and i stood back to back, holding AR-15s that we took from the bodies and firing at the few guards that remained. We were both covered in blood and very shaken up.
"Ryan we have to get to the sub!" I yelled as loud as i could over the gunfire. The screams of the injured filled the air and smoke was starting to fill the room. A security breach alarm was going off and the moniters now only showed a countdown to an explosion... how cliche...
"Here! I'll cover you! Run over and climb up!" He yelled, ducking behind cover and suppressing fire on our opponents. I ran to the sub and jumped across from the edge of the pool, grabbing a ladder and pulling myself to the top. Bullets ricocheted against the metal hull and the stone walls behind the sub. I quickly ran over to the hatch. Locked?!
"Ryan! it's locked!!" He was preoccupied, but the look of worry that was starting to show on my face, was now transferring to his face.
"Get up here and help me! I'll cover you." I lifted the machine gun up and fired in long successions, forcing guards to hide behind cover. Ryan ran from his cover and clambered up to the top of the submarine where I was. 0:30 seconds left. We fired a while longer, watching a few soldiers try to run away only to lurch forward dead from our brutal hail of bullets. I screamed in pain... not knowing why. I fell on my back and held my gut. I'd been hit!
"Wrennyn!!" Ryan yelled at the top of his lungs... his wartime experiences were coming back hard. he leaned down and tried to check the wound as he fired with one arm. Things were looking very bad for us. 0:10 seconds on the clock. I rose and returned fire, gritting my teeth as Ryan beat down on the bolt that held the submarine hatch down. The submarine was sinking into the water. 5... 4... Ryan ripped out a bolt and shoved it into his abs, crushing it into a fine powder. The latch clicked open. I barely got a "What the fuck!" out before Ryan grabbed my arm and shoved me inside, jumping down in and shutting the hatch as he fell. The submarine shook violently and we sank into the sea... We sat in this small room on the sub catching our breaths and doing whatever we really needed to do. I pushed down on the wound to my gut, looking up at Hounsome..
"I'll make it... we can get this fixed later... for now we need to worry about taking this submarine back." Ryan wiped a tear from his eye and I realized that I, too, had been crying. I wiped my eyes and forced a smile onto my face.
"We did this for the others, Ryan... this was worth it. We're halfway there.." I rose to my knees and ripped off the sleeves of my dress shirt, turning it into a makeshift bandage that I wrapped around the gunshot wound.... this really sucked. Ryan looked over at me and gripped his gun tightly.
"You're right, Wrennyn... we're halfway there." Ryan stood and helped me rise to my feet. We reloaded and wiped the blood from our faces. It was time to finish what we had started...
(it'll get happy again... don't worry. Also! The hatch randomly opening was due to the actions of John and Jordy)
DAY SEVENTEEN
We opened the large doors into the control room with our rifles raised. The few workers within held up their hands and rose to their feet.
"We surrender." A man in front of the others stated. I nodded and walked further into the room, pointing at two of the workers and then at the big monitors in the front of the room.
"You two... bring up the names of the other survivors on the island. Then I want the locations and bios of each of them." Hounsome stood back, gathering the other workers into the corner and having them sit on their hands on the floor. He looked over to me and the monitor and nodded. I had one of the men write down the names and the locations of the other survivors while I had the other man go through and find that information. The first name came up with a bio and live video of them. A speaker that sounded just like the voice of Jarvis from Iron Man sounded, greeting us by our names and explaining what they were. Simply an attempt at artificial intelligence. They started listing off the names.
"Adrianna Sanders- A 22 year old photographer with an urge to explore. She lived in the city and is not so adjusted to life on an island. Currently in the woods near the small island."
Everyone in the room was listening to the bio as they went off. I wasn't that surprised when I found out there was another 22 year old... I mean it was bound to happen. Ryan looked over at me and raised his eyebrows at me before thrusting his pelvis. I looked away and shook my head with a smile before looking back up at the screen.
"Brooklyn White- An 18 year old singer who grew up in a very strict household and has some daddy issues. Currently in a cave that should have exploded..."
Who the hell was she? I mean I have heard of most of the people left, but I never heard of her... hmm. I squinted to look at the screen better. She was talking to herself. I sure hope she's not crazy...
"Ember Simmons- A 26 year old that was recently released from the KCIW for battery. On parole. Currently in the woods on the big island."
I never met her, but i'm glad i'm not the only criminal... about time we get some decent self justified people on this island. One of the workers was trying to get away so I pushed the barrel of my AR-15 against his head. He whimpered a bit, but I got the results I wanted. He sat quietly and had the next name come up.
"Grant Smith- A 17 year old outdoors-man type guy that shows a past of parental neglect from his mother. Avid surfer. Currently in the woods near the small island."
Grant! Okay this guy was cool! Glad to know he's still alive. I looked over at Hounsome who was smiling ear to ear... okay that was a bit creepier than I expected. The next name came up and I chuckled to myself.
"Lt. General Ryan Hounsome- A 41 year old Marines Lieutenant General, also head-to-head pornstar rival with Ron Jeremy. Currently on our submarine."
I looked over at Hounsome with wide eyes... What the hell? really? I looked down at his crotch and then back up at him... really confused. He nodded in some creepy way and stared straight into my soul. One of the hostages winked at him. Oh god.. The next name came up and i quickly pushed the thought left my head quickly. I realized the next name coming up and I covered my mouth.
"Oh... shit okay you can stop now.. we don't need t-" I tried arguing, but the voice already started.
"Wrennyn Grant Foster- A 22 year old arms dealer that has several warrants out for his arrest. Currently on our submarine."
The room went silent and Ryan looked over at me with wide eyes. I smiled a bit uncomfortably and rubbed the back of my neck. Great, now Hounsome knows who I am.
"Gather the workers aboard this submarine and lock 'em up. This is a technology based sub so it looks like there aren't many people aboard." Hounsome nodded at my order and led the workers at gunpoint out of the room. I looked back to the monitor and sighed.
"Computer... show me the list of deceased." A list popped up that filled the screen. it included the deaths of natives, pirates, russians, the overseers, and the plane crash survivors. There were really only six of us left? i guess we weren't as successful at keeping everyone alive as we once thought... A voice came up behind me.
"All taken care of. Tadaaaaa!" Hounsome smiled wide and danced around the room singing. "We all live in a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine." I laughed and walked towards the door.
"Rest up Hounsome... we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow we will reunite the living..."
DAY EIGHTEEN
I sat on a cot in the living quarters, not realizing that this moment would change my life for the better. I didn't get much sleep that night and I spent most of the night staring at a phone that I confiscated from one of the workers. I dialed in a number that I had called so many times before and pressed the call button. I held the phone to my ear and waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello? Who is this?" A familiar voice asked.
"Malcolm! Hey! it's me, Wrennyn." I smiled wide. Malcolm and I were childhood friends. When we graduated we both ran off to start this company up... now look where we are.
"Wrennyn? Where the hell have you been, man? we've been looking all over for your ass!" I chuckled and shook my head.
"I hit a bit of turbulence, but i'm fine. Hey what are our funds looking like right now?" There was a pause before Malcolm responded.
"Uhhhh still a little over 5.7 million US dollars." He answered quietly.
"Alright, good. We can fund it."
"What's going on, Wrennyn?" Malcolm asked slowly.
"We're scrapping it, Mal... it's not good. Arms dealing isn't the way to help the world. We just help countries keep their fingerprints off of guns, we never get to actually help."
"Then what do you have in mind?" Malcolm asked, chuckling in shock.
"Alright... so we work with some pretty messed up guys right? War criminals, war lords, loony revolutionaries?"
"Yeah."
"And we have massive stockpiles of weapons just waiting to be used?"
"Yeah."
"Why aren't we taking down these asshats ourselves? We could do it. Come in like we're gunna make a deal, cap some guys and watch it crumble!" I smiled wide as I was explaining it to him. "We don't have to work with any countries or organizations. We would just be working as an independent force... so start pooling our resources towards a small army. We already have some guys working for us and a few governments that are willing to help us stay on the down low. This is happening."
"Wrennyn... you are sure about this?"
"I am positive of this.." There was a long pause at the other end of the line.
"Wrennyn... I don't entirely support this move to be truthful, but if this is what you want... consider it done." I nodded.
"Alright Malcolm... that's the spirit. Okay so I can tell you already traced my call. send a helicopter to my location. That's the only way i'm getting out of here without getting nailed with life sentences. And send a few of the apaches. We can clear the island here and make sure we don't get into any trouble on the way out of here. I'll get a small force over here and we can leave when all is clear. We'll head to Serbia first, I have an old friend there that has spent way too much time on this earth."
"Sounds good, Wrennyn. A helicopter pilot is being phoned up as we speak. Anything else?"
"That's it, Mal... nice to hear from you again."
"Same for you, Wren." I hung up and stood, dropping the phone on the ground and smashing it to bits.
Apparently Ryan didn't get much sleep last night either. When I left my room he was looking at the live feeds of the other 4 survivors who were sound asleep. He walked from the control room and I followed him into a room with a large pool table in the center. He stood behind the table with a smirk and held up one of the pool cues.
"Up for a game?"
It was later in the game when we heard it. "Mr. Smith and Ms. Sanders have passed on. Unknown cause of death." Shit... Only four of us now? Hounsome lowered and shook his head with a sigh. I set the pool cue on the table and walked out. How was I still alive? Out of all of the people that could have lived... I'm still here. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, rubbing my temples and shutting my eyes for a moment. I cursed and kicked a waste bucket clear across the room, spilling it's contents all over the floor... After I cleared my head and cleaned up the trash I left and walked into the submarine's bridge. I went through my files and looked at the many crimes I commited. I knew I was going to change my ways. A file caught my eyes and I opened it. My eyes widened as footage of Natalia and I.... Oh my... Damn I'm actually not bad. I heard a voice behind me.
"Good work, Wrennyn!!" The ultra enthusiastic voice of Ryan boomed in my ears and would continue to echo in my nightmares. I screamed and hit the power button, watching the monitor flash off.
"Not cool, Ryan!" I yelled as I stormed out of the room. He followed behind me.
"What? It's perfectly natural.. it's how the next generation is made." I continued to walk towards the server room, trying to ditch Ryan. He wouldn't stop following me!
"I actually see some true potential there, Wren... Maybe you should come by my loft a-"
"NO! HELL! FUCKING! NO!" I kicked the server room door open and ran inside, looking for my name and pulling out anything associated with myself and Natalia.
"Great going, Wrennyn... That could have been your ticket to porn-stardom!" I kicked the drives hard and smashed them on anything hard. Ryan just shook his head in disapproval. I walked out of the room and spoke simultaneously.
"Cmon Ryan. Let's go get the rest of the survivors.
Before we saved the others, I had a stop to make. I walked into one of the rec rooms where Ryan left the workers. some were sleeping, some were playing games and talking, and the others were staring straight at me. I cleaned my throat and called outs of the small crowd.
"Attention. Attention." all besides the few sleeping workers looked over at me.
"It has... Come to my attention that not all of you were working here under your free will. Please raise your hand if you were one of those people." About half of the crowd raised their hands and I opened the door wider, instructing them to leave the room and meet me in the hall. There were about twenty of them in total.some were older and some were younger.
"I have a proposition for all of you people. You who were taken from your lives and forced to do the hard work of the wealthy and powerful that run these corrupt games. This was not your fight and it was definitely not your choice... All of you will be released when this is all over, but I can offer a different path. I will be forming a small organization dedicated to bringing the people like your bosses to justice... Now if you would like to help me... I will release you now. You will work for me and help on this submarine, but you will be free. Raise your hand if you would like to join me. Twenty hands rose. I guess they had nothing better to do.
I got the two workers from the day before and brought them to the bridge of the sub. After a bit of arguing and frustration, we pulled the sub alongside the island and lowered a walkway onto the island. Ryan picked up the megaphone and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"GOOD MORNING NOT VIETNAM!!" The voice echoed off of the mountain and a few flocks of birds flew from the jungle. They had to have heard that.
"COME AND GET YOUR SALVATION!! A FREE TRIP OFF OF THIS ISLAND. NEXT STOP, DISNEYLAND!!" Not for me... Not if that chopper gets here first. Ryan and I positioned ourselves just inside the opening of the sub, facing the walkway to the beach with loaded guns. Then we waited... And waited. All of a sudden an alert sounded and the halls filled with red lights as one of my new recruits ran up towards me.
"Sir! We have an issue!"
"Well what's the problem?" I asked.
"A battleship has been spotted a ways out and is approaching... It looks like the same guys that were running the island." Alright... so that's the last of them. I'm fine with staying to see their end. I looked over at Hounsome.
"We can't stay docked here very long. Tell the workers to get ready to go."
I'm not good at videos, I'm good at posters. The video below isn't edited with faces, but you can guess quickly who Ryan and Wrennyn are. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JITv11rctGg
DAY NINETEEN
"We can't wait here any longer captains." The worker replied. Ryan and I faced away from the door and sighed.
"Fine... Bring up the walkway and start heading for the battleship." Ryan ordered. We shut the door and jogged up to the bridge of the sub, looking between monitors and the big glass windows before us. This was going to be a tough fight. The battleship facing us was basically designed to take out threats like our submarine. Our submarine on the other hand, wasn't as well equipped and prepared for such a fight. I looked over towards Ryan.
"Ryan there is no way we can take them from a distance. We have to find another way."
"We don't really have that choice right now. We can make due with what we have... I have come out victorious in fights much harder than this." Ryan beamed confidently and held his hands on his sides like superman. I looked back to the monitors.
"Maybe we can use both of our tactics." I suggested carefully. Ryan stared at the battleship through the big windows.
"How do you suggest we do that?" He asked. I stood up straight and wandered around the room with a hand to my chin.
"If we can manage to pull the sub close and attack in close quarters... We could probably take it, but the problem is that they would wipe out a lot of our guys without some sort of distraction. That is where you come in." Ryan nodded.
"I'm listening."
"Okay... So I'll stand on top of the boat and raise a white flag... False flag technique, dirty, but effective. Then when the two vessels are side by side you will fire all of the missiles aboard this sub and hit key points on the deck! This will give us the advantage we want. We'll open up the side doors and have all of our people board the ship, basically unloading on their forces. At that point it'll be a balanced fight." Ryan smiled at my plan.
"Damn... never saw you as the strategist type... Pretty clever plan." I smiled and turned back to the monitors.
"Thanks Ryan." I responded with sincerity. He chuckled and leaned against the wall, staring out at the opposing ship.
"You're welcome.. Now continue your plan..."
"Oh! Yes!" I laughed and stood back up. "So then you and I will board while the firefight rages around us.. I mean guns blaring, explosions around us.. The goddamn haze of war. We sneak below decks and then split up. I'll head for the bridge of the battleship and you peruse around the bottom levels... Look for anything still holding their operation together and just... fuck it up. When we're done and the fight is over... Meet me back on the sub..."
Wow... I'm still amazed at how well our plan unfolded. It was when Ryan and I stood just below deck on the battleship, the fight raging above us, that I realized how well it went.. He waved goodbye and skipped down the hallway away from me. I turned and went down the other hallway, crouching down and walking quickly towards the bridge. Three soldiers came out of a corridor connecting and I froze, quickly sliding into a room and shutting the door. I waited for them to pass before walking back into the hallway, continuing on my way. It took a few minutes to find it. The Bridge to the ship only a door away. I slowly opened the door and looked in. At least 5 gun barrels were pointed in my direction.. Everyone within was staring at me. I chuckled and walked in.
"Guys... You were supposed to yell surprise..." I smiled wide and scratched my neck, holding my gun with one hand at my side. A man that looked to be the captain of the boat turned and faced me, walking towards me slowly.
"Come on in... We've been expecting you.." Oh wow... How cliche. I took a step in and shut the door behind me.
"Wrennyn Grant Foster... International arms dealer... I'm not surprised you lived this long... You definitely show the traits of a man set up for success.. Greedy, ruthless, and intelligent... Yes you are the man for the job aren't you?" an explosion sounded and my eyes darted over to the window. I could see the firefight going on outside... No one seemed to be winning. It was a deadlock.
"You know... I even own one of your custom made guns." I looked back over at him and he lifted his gun... I recognized it instantly... I spent hours perfecting it. A Colt .45 with a well polished exterior, a reinforced slide, advanced sights, a tight interlock, and a ring hammer... My full customization. It was funny to see my weapons in the hands of my enemies.
"Fantastic weapon, but you know I could get you a silencer for that." I responded confidently. He looked at me and nodded.
"Ha ha... funny till the end." I looked around the room for something I could use... anything I could use... I looked over to the captain's left, an armed guard stood with a dumb smirk on his face... A grenade hung on his belt. A grenade that looked pretty old actually. Probably coming from the early nineties. How long were these guys around? I looked back to the captain with a smile. He laughed and I laughed back. Dumbass had no idea what was coming to him.
"Man I am going to enjoy this." he started. "Any last words?" I chuckled and shook my head.
"Come on... I was just trying to sell some guns." I smiled and lifted my gun.. Shooting the grenade and letting the world go dark...
I came to on the deck of the ship... Holy shit! I was launched straight out of the bridge! I slowly pulled myself up, grunting from the pain all over my body. I looked around me and found the captain beside me, dead as can be. I rose to my feet and looked around. Gunshots rang out and cheers were heard... We won! Holy shit we won! I laughed for a second before it turned into coughing. The soldiers stood around the deck, firing into the air and dancing around. I limped over to the side of the ship and watched for a moment. Where was Ryan? I squinted as I looked for him, still trying to stretch my aching body. I looked up at the top of the submarine. That would be a nice vantage point. I climbed over the rail and pooled my strength, using it to leap over to the submarine and grab a ladder. I climbed up to the top, taking a few short breaks to catch my breath. I climbed onto the top of the sub and looked over to the battleship. Where the hell was he? I sat down and rested for a moment... The sound of seagulls and the waves lulled me away from this world for a moment, I looked over towards the bright sunset. It's over... It has to be over. I laid down on top of the sub and shut my eyes... The sound of footsteps approached.
"Rise and shine, Wrennyn." Ryan stood beside me, towering over me.
If you save Ryan and I... We'll finish this story with a hand to hand fight on top of the submarine!
To Brooklyn: I really enjoy your character... I'm sorry I didn't ever really meet up with your character, but I honestly felt threatened for my survival. I know the fight scenes were very repetitive, but that's just my stronger style. I just like action! At this point I think that all three of us really won, and all of us deserve to win. So... in conclusion... Best of luck to you, Brook! c:
END?
I could go on about how Wrennyn was supposed to represent the balance between good and evil, and how he was given the traits and personality that would allow him to get away with crimes and still be seen as a good guy, but I'm really too lazy to go into depth. Wrennyn died. I would write about his death and what happens afterwards, but i'm afraid I lack the resources required to know what happens after you die. No one knows. That's why I'll write what I do know instead... Wrennyn didn't believe that a higher power sat in judgement to punish him for his sins in the end (Not that he didn't believe in a higher power). No, Wrennyn felt that in the end, only you can decide whether you lived a good enough life. He knew that everyone sees themselves as the hero of their story, and that in reality... we all are. We dream of leaving our mark on the world... and even though we may not be remembered in history as some hero, humanitarian, scientist, or leader... we are the main characters of our own stories. He knew that all we do and all we are, begins and ends with ourselves...
This is how it was supposed to end. Wrennyn and Ryan... The ugly truth and the beautiful lie fighting it out in a battle of the fates...
Wrennyn G. Foster10 years later...
The skies of Paris were grey and cloudy. Thunder rolled and horns honked in the streets below. Wrennyn stood leaning on a railing and smoking a French cigarette, looking out at the large city with squinted eyes. A man walked up slowly behind him and stood beside Wrennyn, leaning on the rail and sighing. Wrennyn glanced over at him, flicking the cigarette off the balcony before nodding at him.
"Hello." The man stated. He spoke English. A very light French accent.
"Hey."
"You don't seem like you are from around here. Have you been here before?" He asked.
"Eiffel tower? No. France? many times." Wrennyn put a foot up on the bottom rung of the railing and turned his body to face the man. Wrennyn and the man stood silent for a while
"Good talk. Hey uhhh who are you?" Wrennyn cut straight to the chase. Years of experience made him recognize the fakes.
"Edmund Ricard. I live just a few blocks away."
"Ahhh..." Wrennyn darted his eyes down at the man's back pocket... a bulge where his wallet was. Wrennyn chuckled. He was probably an American.
"Sure you do, man... who are you really?" The man looked over at him and smiled.
"That is classified information."
"Oh oka-" The man pulled a gun before Wrennyn could speak and tried to aim at Wrennyn. Wrennyn reached forward and grabbed the barrel of the gun, yanking back hard and letting the gun fire before twisting his arm backwards and pushing, forcing his face down onto the cold metal railing. Wrennyn chuckled and pried the gun from his hands.
"I swear... guys like you are all the same." Wrennyn pulled out his phone, opened messages, and texted a contact. "Lol some dude attacked me, send help. I'm fine though... smileyface." He said as he wrote.
"Fuck you, man... One day you are going to be caught... and you will be put in a cell until the end of your days." The man's face got red and Wrennyn shook his head.
"Stop with all that negativity, man... it'll only bring you down." A few moments later three men dressed in all black walked up to Wrennyn.
"Boss? What do you want us to do with him?"
"Not sure... guy was just doing his job... CIA by the looks of it." Wrennyn reached into the man's suit and pulled out a badge. Just as he suspected. "Yep... I don't know what to do with him.. Take him out to the woods and let him go." The man looked up to him and started yelling. Wrennyn shook his head and thwacked the man over the head with his own gun, knocking him out almost instantly. He let go of the man and watched him slide to the floor.
"Here... take care of this... I have a client to talk to. In exchange he plans on telling me how I can get KJU." Wrennyn turned and walked away from the railing, leaving the goons to take care of the agent...
(Soooo that was just a little bonus... just see where he is and all ^)
Hope you guys liked my story... -Brian J. Weaver or Wrennyn G. Foster
DECEASED - DIED IN DAY 19 WRAP-UP
Full Name: Wrennyn Grant Foster
From (Hometown): Boston, Massachusetts
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Traits (Appearance): Wrennyn has darting, black flecked, chestnut brown eyes. These eyes match his dark brown hair and his thick, but orotund voice. He's a strapping young lad at a height of 6'1 feet tall. He is 22 years old
Reason for coming on the plane: Wrennyn was planning to meet someone In Brazil to sell some high quality weapons to a mysterious buyer.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): Wrennyn is an arms dealer that grew up in a higher class family. He got a proper education and was raised well, but he always disliked the feeling of privilege that his parents forced upon him. Because of this, Wrennyn left his family and everything he knew before to make a life for himself. He took up arms dealing only a year after leaving and has been doing it ever since. He has also been running from the law ever since.
Anything else: Wrennyn is allergic to shellfish and is an ambitious young chap. He knows how to respect people who deserve it and he treats his friends well.
DAY ONE
Come on... I was just trying to sell some guns. Did I really deserve this? That was all that I thought of when I was falling for the water. One minute I was eating peanuts on a flight to Brazil and in the next moment I'm swimming from the, now sinking, wreckage from part of the plane. I pulled myself onto the beach and roll onto my back, looking up into the cloudy Caribbean sky. I laughed at first, I mean it was pretty funny to me at the time... Then of course the reality hit me. I rose to my feet and looked around, I saw a few plumes of smoke coming up from different parts of the island. I figured that if I survived there had to be others. I wobbled a little as I walked towards the nearest area with scattered wreckage. I smiled as I picked up a half full water bottle, taking off the cap and chugging it. I tossed the bottle to the side and walked around the large hunk of metal and material in front of me. I pulled a sharp hunk of aluminum from the outside and poked the sharp edge against my pointer finger. "This'll do for now" I told myself, turning away from the wreckage and facing away from the shore and towards a vast island. "Hmmm... that's pretty intimidating." I decided there was always tomorrow to explore this island... I laid down in one of the airplanes seats that was leaning against the wreckage and I shut my eyes. I fell asleep to the many colors of the sunset.DAY TWO
I woke up peacefully. It felt like maybe 8 or 9 in the morning when I rose from my seat. The first half hour was spent in the water and on the beach, getting the sand out of my clothes. After removing the sand from my clothes and redressing I walked towards the Jungle that stretched over the island. The jungle was shaded by the treetops and filled with the sounds of the animals within. The jungle made me feel uneasy. It made me feel like I was being watched. After walking for a while I had found what I was looking for. "Bananas!" Never before had I ever been so enthusiastic about a banana. After scarfing down the banana I heard something rustling behind me. I turned around to see a black sillouete run across a branch in the distance. I froze instantly, my eyes wide and my heart beating faster. I called out In an act of stupidity. "Hello?" A dart lodged into a tree beside me. "Oh shit... Oh shit oh shit! I'm outta here!" I ran through the dense jungle, jumping over rocks and sliding under branches as I ran. I heard fast paced footsteps behind me and the whizzing of the darts flying past my head. "Leave now and I'll let you live!" I think I was bluffing. "Just g-" I hit the dirt abruptly, my legs wrapped in a sling. I rolled over onto my back and struggled to get free of the bondage. The footsteps approaching were way too close for comfort. "Ughhhh come on!" I tore the rope loose just as the native turned the corner to find me there on my back. I clenched my teeth and narrowed my eyes. "Fine then... Have a piece of me!" The native ran towards me screaming and plunged a spear towards my torso. I rolled away just in time, my jacket ripped from the blow. I kicked my attackers legs hard and they fell. I got onto my knees and crawled over, pushing the spear away and climbing onto the native. "Give up now!" The native tried to yell and I put my hands to their throat. He reached up and punched me hard, making me wince and let go. He then took the opportunity and kicked me hard. I grimaced and groaned, holding my gut. The man then crawled onto me and throttled me. I couldn't breath and I was panicking. I tried to writhe free and kick my way out. The world was getting darker and a tear rolled down my cheek as I gagged for air. So this was the end then? Laying in a jungle, having the life choked out of me by some half naked dude with a spear? No... this was not how it was going to end. In a last ditch effort, I reached down and pulled the aluminum shard from my jeans, bringing it up and driving it deep into my attacker's throat. A coat of crimson drizzled onto me and he yelled silently, falling lifelessly onto me. The air I so desperately needed rushed into my lungs and I shoved the man off of me as I sat up. I screamed to breathe. Sick and overwhelmed, I got onto my knees and dropped the improvised knife looking over at the man off to the side, a dark stain spreading from beneath him. It took a moment for me to be able to speak. "Holy shit! I-I just killed him!" I shook in panic and put my bloodied hands to my face. I rose to my feet, still a little shaky and covered in blood. I looked away from the body and into the dense foilage. It seemed eerily calm... much quieter than when I had first walked into this deathtrap. The native only had the spear and the sparse clothing he wore. he must have dropped the blowgun or whatever he shot the dart with because he had nothing else. I lifted the spear and snapped it in half with my knee. My demeanor turned to a more calm attitude. I tried to push the thoughts of my actions from my mind, lifting the sharp half of the spear and examining it. "An a-absolutely... Fine weapon." I struggled to speak, trying hard to put a smile back on my face. I looked to my arm and saw that there was a dart in it. pulling it out, I felt a bit dreary. "Noooo.." I said slower than usual. I sucked at the wound and spit out as much of the drug as I could. I decided that if I stayed here I was a dead man. The walk was slow and painful. I continued through the forest until I reached an opening. It had taken hours to get to this opening... That banana didn't help as much as I hoped it would. The opening led to a new beach. The moon stood overhead and the sky was dark. The last thing that I saw through my heavy eyes before collapsing was a rotten boat, towering above me...DAY THREE
The sun was bright. Seagulls were high in the sky, making their usual noises. There I was on the beach, the taste of my blood sour in my mouth. It must have been mid-day when I came to. I was on my belly in the sand. I rolled onto my back and sat up, familiarizing myself with the area around me. The jungle was behind me, the mountain to my left, and a large boat from years and years ago laid before me, half submerged. Laughing probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to do, but I was laughing nonetheless. I couldn't tell if I was the luckiest man alive, or the unluckiest. I pulled my jacket off and threw it aside, rising to my feet and cracking my neck as I took a few steps towards the boat. "Well aren't you pretty." I said, smiling to myself as I looked at the remnants of the ship. I moved around the wreck, looking for a way to get inside. "Ahah!" I waded into the water and went under the surface, swimming through an opening in the side. The interior of the ship was dark, damp, and musty. I wandered around and looked around inside of the hull for anything I could use, singing to myself. "You used to call me on my cell phoneeee late night when you neeed my lovee" The hull had a few cannons leaning to one side of the ship, and only half of them looked like they were really rusty. It's funny how things stick around over time, isn't it? I walked up the stairs that seemed steeper with the slope of the ship. This led to the captains cabin. I opened the door and beamed as I looked inside. There was a table in the center of the room, covered in torn up, faded, maps and manuscripts and tools used for navigation. To the left was a barrel of what looked to be rum, surrounded by a sword display. The right side of the room held wooden boxes that immediately caught my attention. I quickly walked over to one of the boxes and pried it open, lifting what was inside with a wide smile. "Haha! A goddamn legend!" I held it in my hand, admiring with wide eyes. The smoothbore flintlock riflle from... The 1600s? Filled me with a joy I hadn't felt since I had been on this island.... Hours later I stood on the beach. A large bag was slung over my shoulder that was filled with a few bottles of rum, several bananas, some ammunition and three flintlock pistols. Two swords hung by my waist and two flintlock pistols were tucked into my jeans. I began my search for other survivors...DAY FOUR
As I walked along the beach, my anger grew. It all seemed so unfair. It all felt so unreal. I shoved my hand into my bag and pulled out one of the bottles of rum. "I guess i'm old enough." I put the spout to my mouth and took a few gulps, smiling like a loon. Thoughts flew through my brain. Why the hell did I kill that guy? I could have found some other way! maybe I could have knocked him out. Maybe it's this fucking island. I hate it here. The people here are still trying to hold on and pretend that there is nothing wrong.. They need to live... they need someone to help them.. Maybe that Hounsome guy from the plane will take care of them... maybe I should stop letting other people take over my life.. I think those people need me. I look towards the center of the islands, where the majority of the plane should have landed. That will be where Hounsome is...An hour or two into my walk I hear screaming coming from the forest.. probably some idiot that drank mud or some shit. I can't fucking deal with this stuff.. I shout in anger and pull my bag behind my back so it won't interrupt my walking. I walk straight into the forest and see a woman struggling with two natives, holding her down and beating at her face and chest. I storm up and draw both of the flintlock pistols. In an flash of light and smoke, the two natives drop dead. I walk up to the girl and speak while she is on the ground. "My name is Wrennyn. These natives can't be trusted. The areas around the mountains are filled with them so be wary. Go downhill and you will find most of the other survivors and plenty of food." I leave the girl there before she can thank me and walk towards where I figure the others will be. I reload the guns on the way...
I push aside the bushes and look forward. A bunch of survivors stand around a small fire beside the majority of the plane wreck. Talking and having a good time. I walk up to Hounsome, standing high and mighty on a small perch. I stand up to his height and introduce myself, one hand on the hilt of one of my swords and the other hand forward to shake hands. "My name is Wrennyn Foster. I'm here to help. Ryan smiled and shook my hand. “My name is Ryan Hounsome. I’m glad you could make it. You must have heard me and my megaphone.” Ryan paused and looked around at the people outside of their encampment, the people returned Ryan's glance. “Anyways,” he continued while looking around, “thanks for coming along. People seem to be misinterpreting my encouraging words as self-proclaimed pride. Maybe you can tell the others that this isn’t the damn Hunger Games. This is real life. They don’t seem to realize that people, like you and my other friend, came to me to work together as a group to survive.” I followed Ryan as he and I walked over to the fire, I saw the group's water, food, medical, and equipment supplies as well as a finished hut. “Did you see a young guy, possibly a high schooler, holding a metal pole and hunting?” I shook my head no with a frown. Ryan turned on his megaphone. “The representative from California has the floor. Will the guy hunting with a pole please return to the shelter? Follow the sound of my voice. I hope you can see my flare.” I looked over, a smile on my face. “What flare?” Ryan smiled and got out his flare gun. “Happy Holidays everybodyyyy!” Ryan shot the flare gun into the sky above them. “I think Santa came early this year!” Ryan then turned to me. “Welcome to paradise. Watch your back, I feel like we’re being watched by the other passengers with bad intentions. Maybe it’s because they want to know my Spec Ops history at Area 51. Anyways, if the guy who’s hunting doesn’t come back by sunset, I’m going to go out and search for him. Right now, there are a lot of people with injuries here, and I think we should help them by making them huts for shelter. Otherwise, they’ll be exposed. You can help me with that, or you can dig for water by the trees. I have some water purification tablets and straws for us if you get some. We should probably donate our medical supplies to the people too.” Ryan checked his rifle and his pistol and turned away from me. "Copy that, Hounsome." I replied with a chuckle, as I turned away.
DAY FIVE
I slept in the camp for the first time. People in the camp were happier. They felt safe because they knew that there were others that would help take care of them. It was something that a lot of these people were looking for since the start of this. I stood on top of a rock near the center of the camp and yelled out with my hands to my mouth. "Hey I'm sure you all want a place to sleep more comfortably! I think I can help you guys with that" I smiled wide, I always kind of liked to get the spotlight. "The sides of the plane would make great walls. Anyone willing to help me build more homes can help me now!" A few people stepped up from the crowd and I motioned towards the remnants of the plane. We all walked over and I pointed to the top of the plane. "Break off the roofs and we can get to the sides. Then we will tear the walls into segments and make four walls. He can use the screws from the plane to hold them together. Just screw them in with your hand. They don't need to be as tight. When that is done we will put the roofs on top of this all and bolt them down." I looked around the small attentive crowd. "Any questions? No? Alright let's get to work." I helped pull the roofs out first. We all piled them off to the side. Then we all yanked off the sides and yada yada... anyways.. we got a few small huts up. 5 huts for 5+ people each. The best part was that there were still supplies remaining for more huts. After I thanked the others I let them go. I walked into the empty skeleton of the plane, pulling the cushions from the seats and going to each of the huts, tossing a few in each. At nightfall I looked over my work. Then I turned around and faced the community fire. Hounsome walked up beside me. "You did pretty good today, Mr. Foster. You are a valuable member of our camp." He shook my hand. "I look forward to working with you much more in the future." I beamed and chuckled. "As do I, Lieutenant." I walked forward, towards the fire. People were laughing and chatting, sometimes even singing a bit. I leaned on a tree to the side, rising my hand on my sword hilt. I was warmed enough by the flickering orange glow of the fire. I loved this place. These people were great. I would do... anything for these people...DAY SIX
I limped and stumbled on my way back to camp. My step was wobbly and the extra weight wasn't helping. I apologized each time I let Alice hit the ground before pulling her back up. "So... from the accent... I'm guessing you are from the United Kingdom..." I said, trying to give myself something else to think of. "I'm from Bristol... In England." She responded. "I visited London once... selling soap to people... I loved the rain." I responded. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around my neck tighter as i trudged up a sandy hill. I caught sight of the camp. Hounsome was standing off to the side with binoculars. I waved my hand and yelled. "Hounsome!! Over here, mate!" I took a few steps forward and fell, holding my side and crying out in pain. I got up to my knees and when I looked up Hounsome was beside me, giving directions to a few people to take Alice before running over to me. "Wrennyn! What happened? You're bleeding!" He bent down and looked at the wound before motioning to a woman to come over. "This is Dr. Beatrice Black. she's an expert in her field. Tell me what happened." "Well I ran into the woods when I heard some screaming... Basically some guy was attacked by those savages when he was trying to help out Alice over there. I tried to save him... I managed to kill most of his attackers and save Alice." I paused "He isn't with us anymore." I looked down, but my somber mood turned to a cringe as the doctor lady beside me poked my wound. "Ow! What the fuck?... Pardon." I covered my mouth. "Let's get you back to the camp" Dr. Black said. The two of them hoisted me up onto my feet and we walked into the camp. I sat down on a bunch of cushions in one of the huts and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.DAY SEVEN
I sat up in bed. Was I home? Was this just a dream? I looked around the hut and remembered it was made from the plane parts. Oh... no.. okay then. I turned and put my feet onto the ground. There were bandages wrapped around the wounds on my abdomen and my shoulder. I stood up slowly with a groan. "You're not in Kansas anymore, Wren.." I said to myself with a smile. I walked to the side of the room and picked up my white button up. There was blood and mud on it, but I didn't really mind. I sniffed it and shrugged before putting it on. I slipped on my shoes that were beside the bed and holstered my pistols before sheathing my swords. It was nice of the doctor to set up my stuff for me. I rolled up the sleeves of my button up and ran a hand through my dark hair as I pushed the door open. It was about midday. The sun was high in the sky and I had to squint to see. People were up and working around the camp. Some were filtering water using sedimentation. Others were breaking open coconuts and scraping out the insides. Some were a little into the woods, collecting berries. The few children there seemed preoccupied with a pile of mud. Seems like people are getting used to a more comfortable life again. I refuse to feel like nothing is wrong though. I feel like something dreadful is on its way, and it will hit when least expected. I looked to my right. That was where the other huts were. I walked with crossed arms to the next hut over, peering inside. Alice laid on the cushion bed and slept quietly. I walked in and nudged her shoulder. "Good morning sleeping beauty." I said, a smile crossing my face. Her eyes fluttered open and she leaned up slowly, stretching and looking around. "Oh.. Hey. What's up?" "Not much... Wanted to see how you were." I sat down on the bed beside her. "Feeling a bit better now?" I continued. "Yeah... Glad to see you're moving about." She replied, smiling wide. I couldn't help but smile back. Her accent was super cute, as was she. I itched above my eye and sat in silence for a moment.. "Well... Uhhh I am glad you're doing good... I'll... See you around?" I asked cautiously. "I sure hope so." She replied with rosy cheeks. I froze mid laugh with a smile before rising abruptly. "Alrighty, Miss White... I will see you... around." I said as I stepped from the hut. I smiled wide as I walked into the center of the camp. I am really enjoying these islands...Later that day, when the sun was starting to slide beneath the trees, I met another survivor. I was sitting at the campfire with several others Including Alice, Ryan, and Grant. The group was all talking about something, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was looking to the tree line and to the beaches, checking for danger... That was when she caught my eyes. I caught her staring at me as she sat cross legged on a rock about ten feet away. Once she knew I saw her, I winked and looked back to the fire. I sat about a minute more before rising And turning towards the rock where I saw the girl. She wasn't there... I looked a bit longer and saw her leaning against a palm tree close to that rock. I walked over with my arms crossed. I felt that when I crossed my arms I looked most impressive... I should really ask someone someday.. I was a few feet away when I spoke. "Wrennyn Foster's the name." I propped one foot up onto the rock and leaned forward. I smiled wide. "Natalia Osipova.. Pleasure to meet you." She stated In a rich Russian accent. It was music to my ears. "Pleasure's mine." I replied. She smirked and readjusted herself. "So Miss Osipova, where're you from?" "Florida... Before that, Moscow." I nodded. "What did you do for a living?" "I danced." I grinned. "Ballet?" She nodded. "How about you Mr. Foster? What did you do?" I knew she was lying. I lied constantly... I knew how to spot my kind. "I sell soap... Yeah... Big companies have surpluses of soap... Hand 'em down to the little guys." She laughs loudly and I laughed back. "Would you like to take a walk, Natalia?" I ask politely. "Such a beautiful evening.. How could I refuse?" She pushes her back from the palm tree and I stand. We both face the beach and walk.
Later we both sat side by side on the beach. A small fire sat in front of us kept us warm. It was darker out and the sun was not a sliver on the horizon. We talked about different things... Our ages, favorite foods, the first thing we would do once we got off of this godforsaken island. I loved every second of it. She was funny, smart, talented, and definitely attractive. I smiled wide and leaned back, staring off at the colorful sky as I asked. "So what do you really do?" Her smike faded a bit. "I don't know what you mean." I chuckled and looked over at her. "You and I... we're survivors. We check our surrounding and remember the things other people view as irrelevant.. We are both the types of people that are going to come out of this place alive. You and I are different from them all." I looked into her eyes... I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. I paused for a second. "You were going to Rio for something.. I laughed. I am Wrennyn Foster... an international arms dealer that is infamous for his secrecy and great selection. Who are you?" She paused for a moment and her smile returned. "Natalia Osipova, spy for the KGB, but I wasn't lying when I said I danced for a living, I do," she said. I beamed. "That is awesome," I replied. I asked her all sorts of questions about what missions she has had in the past, how many people she pushed out of her way, and about how she felt about her job. She was extraordinarily entertaining. Absolutely fantastic... we fell asleep on the beach beside the fire. Sleeping side by side facing each other. I am really enjoying these islands...
DAY EIGHT
I sat on the beach with my eyes shut. I wasn't feeling that good anymore. I wasn't sick or anything... something just felt off.I let Natalia sleep in. She was still laying further up on the beach, resting quietly where I left her.
She had a death grip on my arm when I woke up that must have taken about twenty minutes to break, but hey, I'm fine now.
I opened my eyes, my mind meandering through a multitude of thoughts and ideas.
I thought back to the camp. To Alice, Grant, and Hounsome... All of the people I really trusted.
As I thought my anger grew greatly. I realized this was all slowly falling apart and it would really only be a matter of time before we all ended up dead.
Natalia placed her hand on my shoulder and my grimace faded.
"Good morning." she said.
"Good morning." I replied.
She sat beside me in the sand and looked out at the sea. I scratched the back of my neck before speaking.
"You know... I always loved the ocean. When I was young I always felt so closed in with life. I mean... just so many petty things piling up and digging into me as if they really mattered. I used to go to the beach to remind myself."
Natalia looked over at me when I paused.
"Remind yourself of what?"
"That there is so much more out there than what I am living in right now. That there is quite literally an endless expanse before me that I can explore as I please. That... is what I remind myself."
We sat in silence for a moment. And she looked back out to sea. I spoke up after that moment.
"Hounsome told me he needed to talk to me... said it was urgent... I should probably go and talk to him."
I picked up a shell beside me and chucked it into the sea. I stood up and faced away from her.
"Hey..." she spoke up and I turned.
"I really enjoyed talking with you... do it again sometime?" she continued.
I nodded my head with a slight smile.
"I'd like nothing more."
I stuffed my hands into my pockets and walked down the trail towards the camp. I didn't let my guard down, but I made it seem like I did... just in case.
Hounsome stood in the center of the camp, joking with a few other survivors and wandering about the camp. I walked towards him and pulled my hands from my pockets to cross my arms.
"Ryan... you said you needed to talk about something?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Ah yes... here Wrennyn... come with me.." he responded.
We walked off inside a hut and he closed it with a plane wing section. He spoke first.
"A helicopter... arrived at the island earlier... dropped off a box before leaving." he stated. He didn't look too happy.
"Really? What did it drop?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Food, water, medical supplies... and a suitcase." He paused and I listened.
"Inside the suitcase was a paper. That single paper is the reason that no one has saved us yet." I remained silent. he hesitated.
"A third world war." he turned towards me. My eyes widened.
"You're shitting me right?" I asked. Hounsome shook his head and looked down.
"No. There wasn't much detail on the paper, but we will not be leaving this island... anytime soon." I couldn't believe him at the time, but I knew it had to be true. Hounsome isn't really the man to lie. I held my head in my hands and tried to comprehend the last thirty seconds.
"Well... I think it's best we make sure we live until that time.. I think we should clear this island. It may be the smaller of the two, but it has a lot of resources. The bigger island will not be as easy to take." I said. He nodded and paused before replying.
"Alright then... sounds like a plan. We will talk later." He held out his hand and shook mine before I left.
Later I stood in the center of the camp. The community fire was lit and the people gathered around to warm themselves and socialize. Where was Alice? I didn't see her all day. Ugh.. that doesn't really matter right now. She'll turn up eventually. I leaned against a palm tree near the community fire, listening to Hounsome talk to the group... Why wasn't he talking about the outside world? Wasn't he going to tell them? No... he'd tell them shortly... Right? I listened... and listened... i listened even after everyone had left besides Hounsome and I. I approached him.
"Oh hey Wrennyn... You look upset. What's wrong?" he asked innocently.
"I am a tad bit pissy tonight, aren't I?... where in that talk of food and survival was the part about the outside world falling in on itself?" my tone rose and I knew Hounsome realized it.
"Hey listen.." he started with a hint of sternness. "These people... are just starting to settle in... and as long as they think that everything is fine... they will continue to function as if it really is." he finished. I grabbed his shoulder.
"I thought you were a bit more honest than that ..." I paused. "I can see your justification, but these people need to be informed..." My eyes narrowed a bit. He laughed.
"Cmon, Wren... If you introduce chaos to these people, they will turn to anarchy and figuratively eat each other, like these uncivilized cannibals." Was he serious right now?
We stared at each other in silence.. I could feel hostilities growing. I let go of his shoulder and took a step back.. "I'll leave it be for now, Hounsome... only this once..." i pointed at him as i spoke.
"As you wish." he replied. I turned and walked over to the hut, reaching in and pulling out my bag. I walked towards the beach.
When i got to the beach, Natalia was already reclining by our small fire, looking into the distance. She turned her head when she heard me approaching. She took one look at me and asked.
"Rough day?" She looked concerned. I couldn't even hold back my slight smile.
"Getting better." I replied with a smile. she chuckled and looked back out to sea. "So what did you get in to while I was away?" I asked.
"Nothing really, just took a walk," she replied, "you?"
"Natalia... I found out why no one has tried to save us yet," I spoke slowly and looked at my shoes.
"What?" she asked, curious.
"World War Three has started," I answered.
"I bet Russia started it," She said. I don't know any of the details... They really don't matter right now though.
"I don't know many details yet," I replied. I was tired. This day was really long.
"Let's just lay down and try to go to bed. I'm sure it's been a long day for you," When she said this I was already half asleep. I didn't say anything as I laid down next to her in the sand. I wrapped my arms around her and we we were laying silently by the time we fell asleep...
DAY NINE
I rolled off of Natalia... with a very.. wide... smile."Well that was hot," she stated, short of breath.
"I try," I replied with a giggle. I looked over at her. She bit her lip and took my hand. We interlocked fingers and gazed into each other's eyes.
"You are a good guy, Wrennyn..." she said with a more serious tone. It look me a bit off guard. I looked up at the dark early morning sky before speaking.
"You make this island tolerable, Nat..." and I meant it. I looked back over at her. I knew she wouldn't dare go weak for me. She tried to keep a calm demeanor, as did I.
"So what are you doing today?" she finally asked.
"Oh... well I'm pissed at Ryan... so I'm going to spread rumors about him and raise dissent." I said jokingly as I kept a perfect straight face, and she laughed and covered her mouth.
"That's horrible Wren..." she said with a chuckle as I sat up and pulled on my shirt.
"I'm no saint.." I smiled down at her and winked. She returned that smile.
"Good.. I wouldn't want you to be some boring... pacifist.." she said as she started to get dressed. I laughed and crawled over to her, poking her nose.
"See..? perfect..." I rose and dropped a flintlock by her, "here... keep this just in case alright?" She looked down at the flintlock before picking it up and pushing it into her jeans.
"I'll... be safe.." she said.
I had some business to attend to. I walked into the camp... my arms were crossed and a half fake smile stood on my face. I waved to people and said hello to those who greeted me. They wouldn't have guessed my darker intentions... I was moving towards the plane wreckage. I climbed into the interior and stuffed my hands into my pockets. We should really clean the bodies from inside of here. Being an arms dealer... I'm afraid to say I was a bit used to the smell. It reminded me of West Africa. The pricks there kept calling me the Lord of War. I crossed my arms and continued to look around the scene. I nudged a man over with my shoe and looked beneath him. Jackpot! A notebook. I picked up the notebook. There wasn't much blood on it and there were still a few pages, that is some high end stuff right there. I took the notebook and left the camp.
Later I sat with Natalia on the beach. She gave me a cigarette that I took happily. I hadn't smoked in a long time. She leaned on my side and I stared at the open notebook. I took a long drag and let it out slowly.
"I suppose it's time for me to write then..." I said quietly, and She nodded.
"I still haven't got a clue what you are writing..." she replied. Every word came with a puff of smoke that filled my nostrils. I chuckled.
"I don't really either," I sighed and looked up for a moment, turning my attention to Natalia. She was so beautiful. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"I have to make Hounsome look like a dickhead. It has to all be true though... " I continued. She reached behind me and rubbed my back. I didn't realize just how tired I was until then. She scooted away and laid down beside the fire.
"Well... when you are done with your silly writing.. perhaps you can join me over here." She shoved her cigarette into the sand and looked at me for a long time before shutting her eyes. I sat and stared at that blank paper for god knows how long, I wasn't satisfied with Hounsome's leadership so far. People were still dying at a fast rate. I need to do something about this. I sighed and took another drag from the cigarette. My gaze shifted to Natalia.. She looked so peaceful. She was the only person I trusted on this island. Partly because I knew she could really fend for herself. Hounsome would let his high morals get into the way. Natalia and I could be the new leaders, we would know what to do. We could keep the people safe. I folded my arms over my knees, supporting my chin with one hand. I smiled wide. I think it's best I just wait until morning to work on this. I leaned back a bit and put my pen to the paper. I sat until the sky was getting bright again, drawing every detail of Natalia's perfect figure. I flicked my cigarette butt into the fire and dropped the notebook in the sand. I crawled over to Natalia and kissed her forehead as I laid down behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I closed my eyes..
"Natalia? Are you awake?" I asked. She didn't respond.
"Okay good," I paused for a second, "I love you..."
DAY TEN
I woke up when the sun was just peeking over the horizon on the other side of the island. I opened my eyes and covered my mouth as I yawned."Nat are you awake?" I asked. It was kinda funny seeing as that was basically the last thing I said to her last night. After a moment she answered me.
"Yeah," she replied. I slowly sat up from my position and rubbed Natalia's back.
"Good... We have some work to do today. Up for a bit of a walk?" She jokingly groaned and sat up with a smile.
"Fine... where are we going?" she asked.
"We are headed to the far side of the islands. That's where I found these guns... and many more. This is what we are going to need if we are to topple Hounsome and build up the survivor's camp," I answered. She rubbed her eyes and rose to her feet without speaking.
"Alright... lead the way, Wren," she replied with a chuckle. Maybe she was still waking up. She seemed tired. I walked along the beach and peeked behind me. She was looking at the picture I drew of her last night. Her smile was wonderful. I continued walking with a reddened face, attempting to avoid the drawing. She scurried over quickly and leaned against my side, taking my hand and holding it tight in hers. I looked over at her. Her eyes were locked on mine. I couldn't help but smile.
"So this boat of yours... it's all the way over on the opposite side of the island?" she questioned.
"Afraid so, Nat.. It is a bit inconvenient, isn't it?" I responded with a frown.
"Indeed it is. And how exactly are we going to carry these guns back, Mr Foster?" she quizzed. I didn't know how to respond... shit.
"Hmmm.. well I guess we'll... uhhh... make something to hold them all in a bundle and then carry them back," I responded. She chuckled. I held her hand as we walked across the tree trunk bridge to the other side of the island. It was easier for her... she did ballet and her balance was top notch. I on the other hand I am not the most balanced man on earth. Once we got to the other side we walked along the riverside to the beach, and then continued our travels to the mountain.
The sun was out when we took our first break. I'm pretty sure it was morning though. We stopped near a banana tree on the beach, pulling some of the yellow fruits down and devouring them quickly. Natalia burped and I laughed loudly. She laughed too, but not as hard. We froze.
"Wrennyn.. did you he-"
"Yeah, I heard it." I dropped the banana I was eating in the sand and took Natalia's hand, pulling her into the water. We waded into the water and crouched down. Two men came out of the jungle, one held an Uzi and the other held a machete. Natalia rose slightly to whisper to me.
"Pirates... Somalian Pirates?" She hypothesized. I nodded in agreement before rising and whispering.
"Yeah... we should follow them... look at their weapons. With one of those uzis we could level a small tribe of the cannibals," I added. She nodded and we slowly waded back onto the beach as the two men started to meander back into the jungle.
Natalia and I had followed them here. A small camp with maybe 15-20 pirates. There were four sizable huts with open doors. The pirates were all armed with a pistol or a machete besides one. One man seemed to be their leader. He held a bazooka. When we both saw him we exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"What the fuck?" I mouthed. We were both crouched down in a patch of tall grass. She almost looked a bit worried at first. We had been sneaking for a long time. It would really suck to be spotted now. I looked over at the hut closest to us. One guard at the door on the side. I motioned to Natalia and tossed her a small knife. We waited another minute or so before executing our plan. We both sprinted forward at once. I pushed the man into the hut and kicked his gun away. I covered his mouth and Natalia entered the hut, looking outside to make sure no one was coming before walking over to the pirate and driving the blade into his throat. I shut his eyes.
"Rest in peace," I whispered with a sigh. Natalia tugged on my shirt and I stood. We closed the doors slowly. Making sure not to call attention to ourselves. We were in the devil's den.
"Wrennyn. light a match.. I can't see shit in here." She breathed with a smile. I lit one of our matches and bent down. The floor was dirt and a few leaves got inside. I piled them up and lit them on fire before shaking the match out.
"Alright... time to see what they have in here," I muttered. There were two boxes. One was marked ammunition and the other was marked... Natalia saw it too.
"Holy shit, Wrennyn." She covered a squeal with her mouth. I held my breath with a smile and pried the second box open.
"...Jackpot!" I piped excitedly!
DAY ELEVEN
Avtomat Kalashnikov model of 1947. Better known as the AK-47 or the Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle and my biggest source of income. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood that all fighters love. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It'll shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do. The Soviets put it on a coin and Mozambique put it on a flag. Since the Cold War ended, it has been the Russian people's greatest export. After that was vodka, Caviar, and suicidal novelists... (People definitely weren't lining up to buy their cars.) We had a box full of these iconic guns... Just sitting in front of us. Natalia was saying some shit in Russian that I couldn't understand and we both had the guns in our hands."We hit the motherload, Natalia..." She giggled giddily and looked over at me with the eyes of an excited 4 year old opening presents. I opened the box full of ammo and started stuffing magazines of ammo into my bag. We both slung one of the guns onto our shoulders and then picked up seconds to hold in our hands. I could hear her heavily breathing and I laughed. The door fell in and a man with a machete in his hand stood at the doorway.
"Awaque? Is that you?" he asked. He just barely got these words out before we turned towards him and filled him with lead. He lurched back with every shot and fell on his arse with a groan.
"Shit... Not our best plan," stated Natalia.
That gunfire was loud. Every pirate heard it. I know this because when Natalia and I walked through the doorway into the center of the camp, they all stood around aiming at us. No one shot, the air was still.
"So... I'm Wrennyn... This is Natalia." I motioned to Natalia who stood behind me.
"What are you doing here?" asked one of the men. I paused for a moment.
"Taking your guns," I admited... The leader started to laugh.
"So you mean to tell me... You snuck in here, we didn't spot you, you killed one of our people, and took guns that are rightfully ours?" I nodded.
"That's about right," the entire group laughed.
"Well then... You are our kinds of people," the leader stated. They all laughed and lowered their guns besides two men who took off into the woods. I was so confused. I looked back to Natalia.. Who was even more confused. The leader walked up to me and hugged me with a chuckle. The others just... Did their own thing.
"I am Gutaale! It is a pleasure meeting you," Gutaale had the biggest smile I have ever seen.
"Uhhmm... pleasure is mine," I added, "two of your men. Just booked it into the woods." I pointed behind him and he looked.
"Oh... They will be dealt with," Gutaale said. Somehow he had smiled even wider as he motioned for some of the men to pursue them. This was a very strange turn of events.... They must have been in a very bad spot.
"Okay... So who is making you worry so much that you are going to trust a couple of complete fucking strangers?" I challenged. Gutaale's smile faded.
"It's those damn natives.. They killed two of my men yesterday... There were forty of us when we first came here. Look at us now." Gutaale motioned towards their small downtrodden camp. Natalia took a few steps forward and looked around.
"Wrennyn and I can fix this," he said with a smile.
"We can?"
"Of course we can... We just need.. Four of your men Gutaale." He stared at her with a questioning look before nodding. Man these people were either really good at reading people or really fucking stupid. I chuckled.
"Alright," Gutaale responded. He motioned towards the four closest men and basically gave us control of them.
What we did to that camp... was... Efficient. Natalia explained the plan to me and the others as we walked. It was only after we stood in the center of one of many tribal camps, that we realized what we could do. The four pirates were walking teepee to teepee, shooting the last of the natives. Our policy was to leave none of the barbaric cannibals alive. Our guns hung at our shoulders and the last of the survivors were being dragged into the center of the camp. The tepees were set ablaze.
"What do we do with the prisoners, sir?" they asked. I dragged my finger across my throat and took Natalia's hand. I looked over at her and nodded. We watched as the prisoners dropped forward, bloody and lifeless. Cleanup was easier... The fires were already started. When we were finished we fired our AK-47s into the air and walked off. Gutaale would be proud.
Later that night we sat and talked about the island. The topic of the natives and survival came up. I smiled and told Gutaale about the survivors camp. They were going through the same things we were going through.. We agreed to set out to the camp in the next day or so. We could always use some help. Especially Gutaale's blank minded help. Imagine just how defended the camp could be. Natalia, the other survivors, and I could start building a new civilization there.. A new city on a brand new island. we all deserved a safe and comfortable life on this island. I could help make that dream a reality. The goal here is survival..
DAY TWELVE
I was wrong.... miserably and utterly wrong. Hounsome wasn't bad. He was just trying to survive like the rest of us. I mean he might not be the best leader, but he was something. I can only imagine what the people think of me now.. They definitely misenterpreted my actions... The hut I sat in was cold and lit by a single candle. I held one of Natalia's cigarettes between by teeth, blowing smoke as I browsed through the few belongings of my lost love. I sat on the muddy floor, leaning against the cot I had slept in the night before with Nat. She was really gone, and it really all happened in a blink of an eye. Someone knocked at my door."Yes?" I asked.
"Sir... Gutaale is asking what our next move should be... He wants your response within the hour." I took a moment to respond.
"Alright... I'll be out soon okay?" My response was the sloshing of boots as the pirate ran through the rain. I stood and ran a hand through my hair, taking a drag of the cigarette before tucking it behind my ear. I looked down at myself. The new clothes Gutaale could spare fit quite well. A black button up, blue jeans, a green army jacket... And of course my bloody and muddy chuck Taylor's that I insisted on keeping. (Shoutout to Converse!) I turned and faced the cot. The two swords sitting on the bed cut into my soul, forcing me to recollect such hellish memories. 'What have you done?' They shouted. 'You killed someone you loved!' They would continue. I'm not a good man... I know that. I compromise and I fight and I risk everything.... I'm the man who sold his world. I lifted the first blade and looked down the sharp edge. It was sharper than ever, glistening in the candlelight. I sheathed it quickly and looked to the next blade. It still had a red tint on it... When I lifted the blade to inspect it, it . The blade was dull in some places... It was likely to tear and cut simultaneously. A violent, but effective tool. I sheathed it quickly. Both swords were on my left side, a sheath to hold them beside each other. I doubt I would need to access them quickly due to the IMI Desert Eagle strapped to my right thigh. Time to get my head back in the game... I walked over to the door and pushed it open... More of this rain? I'm kinda liking it. I stepped outside and walked towards Gutaale. I took the cigarette from my ear and stuck it between my lips as he grabbed my shoulder and consoled me... I told him what our next move would be...
I messed up. It's time to head back and make things right at the camp. Explain what I meant to do...
(of course now... After reading Hounsome's story... Seems like all hell is gunna break loose...)
DAY THIRTEEN
Gutaale and I turned at the sound of a voice in the woods. Even in the rain it was incredibly clear."Wrennyn, you're gunna have company!" The voice shouted. I recognized the voice instantly and tugged on Gutaale's jacket as I walked backwards away from the sound. Only moments later did the machine guns start firing. Pirates fell around us, riddled with gunshot wounds. Somali and Russian Words were being screamed into the rain. Some pirates tried to take cover from their unseen opponents while others tried to make it to the woods. Gutaale and i were pinned behind a pile of logs strapped down by ropes. He yelled to his men and I drew my Desert Eagle.
"Gutaale we have to get out of here! we are not going to make it if we don't!" Gutaale stared into nothingness.
"Wren.. my friend.... you need to go! And I mean now!" He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me from the protected area.
"Shit shit shit shit!" I yelled loudly as mud flew up around me, bullets whizzing through the air. I ran as fast as I could towards the opposite end of the camp, to get out into the forest and lose my pursuers. I only looked back for one moment... only to see Gutaale lurch back and fall to the ground dead. the village was illuminated by the burning huts, still engulfed in flames regardless of the hard rain. Gunfire continued to ring out as I dove into the woods, crouching behind a log and slowing my breathing. I pushed the wet black hair from my face and rose slowly, watching the firefight going on in the opening. I saw Russian forces advancing in on the pirates that were pinned in the wreckage of their camp. Poor souls. I have to say... they fought hard even when it seemed hopeless. I turned away from the fight and jogged deeper into the woods. Out of nowhere, someone slammed into me, knocking me to the ground with a loud grunt. I drew my Desert Eagle, rolled over quickly and then pushed myself up onto my feet in one smooth motion. Ryan stood opposite of me. A 44 Magnum gripped tightly in his hand. There was silence between us. Nothing but the wind that swooped around us and the thick rain that fell.
"Nice to see you again, Wrennyn..." Ryan called with a laugh. I slowly responded. I wasn't sure of what to do.
"It's Uhh... Nice to see you too, Ryan." I returned cautiously. We circled each other, each holding our guns level with the other's head.
"You know... Ever since you decided to leave us and hang out with your new friends out here, a lot has changed." Ryan started.
"Ryan, I can explain. It was all a big misun-"
"I don't need to hear that now... Those pirates... Natalia... That blood is all on your hands, Wrennyn."
"If I had succeeded and brought the guns back to the camp, we wouldn't be in this mess! Those Russians would be gone... And would have helped everyone. together!" Ryan doubted himself... Only for a moment. I could see his trigger finger quivering.
"Ryan... If either of us pulls the trigger... The other will die too. That is pointless." I concluded. He took a moment to think And I did the same..
"True, but there would be one less snake in this world." I chucked at that.
"Fair enough, Ryan.. Just consider it." I finished, drawing the sharper and cleaner sword and tossing it in the mud beside Ryan. He looked down at it and smiled.
"Interesting.." He stated bluntly. I drew the other sword and we both lowered our guns before tossing them to the side. He lifted the sword parallel to himself and stood so he was balanced better. I stood straight and held my sword out so it pointed towards him. We both raised our blades... And ran towards each other.
I was on the offensive at first, starting with a barrage of skillful jabs and slashes for his upper body. He would dodge them entirely or parry each blow. I was honestly surprised. He then caught me off guard and elbowed me hard between movements. I was off balance and he took the chance to attack with strong and brutish strikes. Sure skill can help, but even the most skilled fighter can be stunned by a strong shaky blow. He caught me off guard and I moved backwards as he progressed towards me. He laughed, thinking that he would be triumphant. I swallowed my pride and went for a cheap slash for his legs. He jumped back at the last moment, but left his head open for attack. I lunged forward as fast as I could and head butted him. He fell backwards away from me, grabbing his head and trying to find out if it was rain or blood on his head. I held my forehead and tried to regain a bit of ground. I chuckled and slashed for his shoulder... And then he grabbed my wrist. He head butted me with bloody gritted teeth. It jarred me to the core. My vision went blurry and my ears rang. He twisted my wrist hard and I dropped my sword with a loud cry. He shoved me onto my back and walked up to me with a very serious expression. I slowly got up onto my knees, looking up into Hounsome's eyes. Thunder boomed above us and he tucked the blade of the sword under my chin. I smiled wide.
"Gunna kill me, Ryan? I really didn't want it to come to this. I was going to return to the camp today.. I would return with a small force of pirates and boxes of weapons and supplies..."
"We needed you.. And you just left out of the blue with Natalia."
"We were working to help the camp... With or without you.. It just turns out I was wrong about you. You're a good man." I looked down at the blade that was tucked under my chin and against my throat.. kind of ironic now that I think about it. Hounsome was quiet for a moment... Did the blade move a bit away from my throat?
"Maybe.. I was wrong too." He responded. Lightning flashed above us... We both saw the shadows coming around us.
"They are over here sir" a russian accent stated.. four men all armed. two behind me and two behind Hounsome. Hounsome held the blade to my throat and spoke.
"This is the one responsible for killing Natalia." Hounsome winked at me. Take him in. He pulled the blade back and walked backwards between the two soldiers. the soldiers moved closer and walked past both sides of him towards me. He took his shot. He quickly slashed upwards with the blade, splitting the skull on the man on the right before drawing the gun of the man on the left and firing it into his back. The bullet ran through his heart and the two of them dropped dead in the mud. The other two soldiers raised their guns to Hounsome immediately.
"Stay right where you a-!" I cut them off when I tripped the first guard, before reaching over and grabbing my sword, shoving it up and opening the second soldier's guts. That soldier fell dead and I jumped on the other thst was still scrambling to get up. I drew his knife from his calf and stabbed his throat repeatedly.
"Cmon Wrennyn... We have to get out of here." I looked up at Hounsome and we locked eyes. The rain was rinsing the blood from my hands. We stood and ran into the forest.
Hounsome and I... We will fix this.
DAY FOURTEEN
Ryan and I were running through the forest, when all of a suddenly we were being shot at. The two of us dove behind a large rock, hearing bullets whiz by our heads. I looked up and feinted worry."Ryan, do you have any, like, explosive weapons?" Hounsome lifted a grenade he found coincidentally and grinned.
"Well, there's this." He stated, lifting the grenade and giggling like a loon.
"Great, use it!" He used his thumb to pull the pin, but he didn't throw it.
"You know Wrennyn, I was thinking about what you said about how we'd both end up dying. Well, let's do it! Let's be martyrs!" okay.. So I was right. He is an unstable lunatic with power
"RYAN!" I yelled. Once again pretending to be weak when I'm strong. He threw it towards a hut, and less than a second later it exploded. I grabbed him by his arms and looked into his eyes. Really tired of his bullshit.
"We're being shot at by pirates and Russians on a desert island with cannibals, and you're putting our lives at stake?!" I yelled at him. All he did was laugh.... How in the hell did the people trust this guy again?
"Stay here, I'm going to get some weapons." He stated bluntly.
"Stay here, are you mad?!" I yelled back, loading my desert eagle and preparing to show this bafoon what I could really do.
"Pretty much. Hey, fun fact: Everyone that has been under my command have always made it out alive." he yelled before running back to the plane crash.
"Great, just effing great!" I grumbled. It would be a while till he got back. I waited until he was a ways out into the woods before standing and firing. The Russians fell left and right.
During the fighting a pirate ran out of the woods and positioned themself beside me, firing at the enemy without question. I really have come to see the Pirates as my allies... Then Hounsome came, jogging over towards me with a large black gun case. I looked over at him... Wondering what stunt he would pull next. He opened the case and set up his gun. Then he took one of his gun's bullet shells and showed me...
"This is a .223 round. It's the standard round for most U.S. military rifles." he picked up one of the pirate's bullet shells.
"This is the .308, the standard round for the AK-47." Actually there are several different calibers for variations of the guns, but like hell I would interrupt him now. It's best he doesn't know I'm an arms dealer yet. He took off one of the "gold chains" around his neck and inserted them into his minigun.
"This... is a .50 caliber round." He concluded, pulling back the lever and going to town while listening to music through his headphones. It was easy work past that. why in the hell was he allowed to bring that on then plane with him exactly?! The enemy forces took off into the woods and the pirate ran back into the woods. I stood and helped Ryan get his gun back in the case.
"Cmon... We gotta hurry if we wanna outrun reinforcements. They won't be as easy to deal with." he stated as he started running back to the old camp and the plane wreck. I took a step forward and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him back to a halt.
"Woah woah woah...Ryan.. The Russians are smart you know... Not sure if they told you that back in the military. They are going to head there next.. And it won't be fun." He looked over at me and nodded, seeing the logic in it.
"Alright then, Foster... Where do you suggest we go." I looked down for a moment and crossed my arms, turning towards the mountain and nodding my head.
"The high ground."
Ryan stood there thinking, and then took out a syringe from his pocket. What was he doing?
"What is that? What are you doing!? Ryan!" He started to cry. "Wrennyn, it's happening again. They said it wouldn't, but it is!" He injected it into his neck, stated "Wake me up when September ends," and he fell unconscious.
DAY FIFTEEN
Ryan went limp and hit the dirt with a thud. I looked down at him and laughed."That had to hurt." I bent down beside him, still afflicted with a case of the giggles as I felt for a pulse. It was strong. What was in that syringe?
"Damn it, Ryan.." I muttered with a grin. My eyes wandered to the forest around me.
"Wrennyn Foster on his own again... good stuff." I looked back up at the mountain. I could probably drag him up there if I tried really hard.
"Cmon you big dope." I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and stood. Wow this guy was heavy. Could I actually carry him up into the mountains safely? I guess it's best to try...
A few minutes and there I was... at the opening of a cave. I took a few steps into the cave and looked around, dumping Ryan on the ground and stepping over him. This cave was much bigger than I expected.... I walked deeper into the cave, trying to find anything that someone could have left behind. I walked forward carefully, taking slow steps and really taking my time to look. After some walking The cave was almost too dark to see. It looked like the cave came to an end. I sighed and placed my hands on my hips, looking at the end of the cave. Something about it didn't seem right. the cave just... stopped. I took a few steps back, looking straight ahead and concentrated. An idea popped into my head
"Wait a second!" I exclaimed, rising and rushing to the end of the tunnel. I reached out and touched the wall... or should I say curtain. I drew my Desert Eagle and slowly pulled the curtain aside. A dim light was buzzing above a door within. This was not right at all...
... For my stealthy (not so stealthy) infiltration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fneUnCxr1w
I opened the door silently and knelt down, holding my gun with both hands and crawling in. The room was brightly lit, filing cabinets and computer monitors on both sides of me, a door on my left, and a large window that looked like it overlooked a large open area within the cave. I moved forward, rising and standing in front of one of the computers.
"Cmon, Wrennyn... anything you can find." I looked through the files on the computer. 'The Native Experiments' 'Somalian Nightmare' 'Other Ideas' 'Russian Mercenaries' and 'The Plane Crash' were some of the many files that came up... My eyes widened and I held my hand to my mouth. This was all set up. I clicked through the files, looking through detailed plans on how to make a sabotaged plane look like an accident and how to force pirates onto an island. It was diabolical. I looked at the bottom of the screen... they had internet. Were they jamming our gear all along? i quickly pulled up Google and searched 'World War 3'. Nothing, but theories and predictions. The war was all a lie. I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey Jake? That you?" the voice echoed in the room. Shit... this wasn't looking good. "Hey if you're watching porn you can tell me man... i'll leave you be." I held my breath. "Jake? You okay in there?" The doorknob jiggled and I set my gun down on the counter, drawing my knife instead. I rushed forward as the door opened and grabbed the man by the neck, yanking him in and jabbing the blade deep into his throat. He sank to the ground and died quickly.
"Sorry man.." I muttered, rubbing my neck and turning away from his body. I walked over to the window and looked out. The room I was in overlooked the real action. Below me was a platform with dozens of men and women dressed in expensive clothes and sipping wine as the looked at large screens before them... live video feed from around the island. We were just a fucking show to them! I pushed my fist against the glass and scanned for anything else of interest. A man taking bets? A shit ton of armed guards? My eyes widened. Finally... a way to get off of this island... There must have been giant tunnels leading to the ocean... because the topside of a massive submarine was sticking out of a large pool of water off to the side...
I walked over to the computer and picked up my gun, holstering it and looking around for a piece of paper. Aha! I swooped over to the other side of the room, picking up a piece of paper and scribbling words onto it. I grabbed a piece of tape from a dispenser nearby and walked over to the door that Jake's dear departed friend came through. I opened the door quietly and taped the message onto the outside of the door.
"Porn virus on computers. Don't come inside till we get it fixed." That should keep us safe in the cave for a little while.
When I got back to where I left Hounsome, he was gone. I heard a loud noise getting louder and louder. Something slammed into me, knocking me over.
(You already read Hounsome's story.. you know how it ends :3)
DAY SIXTEEN
Hounsome and I gathered our equipment, loading up and getting ready to initiate our plans. He looked into my eyes and I nodded, knowing we needed to do this. This was our act of revenge and what would finally get us off this island."Ready, Wrennyn?" he asked.
"Let's do this" I responded, sliding a clip into my glock and cocking the slide with a smile. He took my shoulder and stared in the same direction.
"Wrennyn... before we do this... I want you to know that you really have helped the camp." I nodded and responded.
"Thank you, Ryan. You have been a good friend." He nodded and smiled. I walked forward and pushed the curtain aside, walking up to the door and waiting for Ryan's order.
"Now." Ryan stated, raising his gun as I kicked in the door. We rushed into the same room as the day before. The man was still on the ground so they must not have found out where we are. I advanced to the door and pulled a facemask up over my mouth and nose. Hounsome did the same. I realized that this was technically Ryan's first crime. I pushed the door open slowly and we walked through, looking down to the area that the many rich, powerful, and armed stood. They were even more guarded than before... This... would be a bloodbath. They were listening to loud music and a disco ball spun in the center of the open space. We crouched down and snuck down a staircase. The song that was playing was "Reptile" by Skrillex. As the song was rising up to a climax I was getting ready to do the unspeakable... I assume Hounsome was doing the same too. There is nothing easy about taking a man's life... no matter how little value it may have. Once it's done... you either have to force it into a joke or forget about it. The bass dropped and we stood, firing into the crowd of corrupt gamblers...
It looked like a scene that came straight from a Quentin Tarantino movie. Bodies were piled everywhere. Blood covered the floor and the walls. Guns and wreckage laid strewn about... it was awful. Ryan and i stood back to back, holding AR-15s that we took from the bodies and firing at the few guards that remained. We were both covered in blood and very shaken up.
"Ryan we have to get to the sub!" I yelled as loud as i could over the gunfire. The screams of the injured filled the air and smoke was starting to fill the room. A security breach alarm was going off and the moniters now only showed a countdown to an explosion... how cliche...
"Here! I'll cover you! Run over and climb up!" He yelled, ducking behind cover and suppressing fire on our opponents. I ran to the sub and jumped across from the edge of the pool, grabbing a ladder and pulling myself to the top. Bullets ricocheted against the metal hull and the stone walls behind the sub. I quickly ran over to the hatch. Locked?!
"Ryan! it's locked!!" He was preoccupied, but the look of worry that was starting to show on my face, was now transferring to his face.
"Get up here and help me! I'll cover you." I lifted the machine gun up and fired in long successions, forcing guards to hide behind cover. Ryan ran from his cover and clambered up to the top of the submarine where I was. 0:30 seconds left. We fired a while longer, watching a few soldiers try to run away only to lurch forward dead from our brutal hail of bullets. I screamed in pain... not knowing why. I fell on my back and held my gut. I'd been hit!
"Wrennyn!!" Ryan yelled at the top of his lungs... his wartime experiences were coming back hard. he leaned down and tried to check the wound as he fired with one arm. Things were looking very bad for us. 0:10 seconds on the clock. I rose and returned fire, gritting my teeth as Ryan beat down on the bolt that held the submarine hatch down. The submarine was sinking into the water. 5... 4... Ryan ripped out a bolt and shoved it into his abs, crushing it into a fine powder. The latch clicked open. I barely got a "What the fuck!" out before Ryan grabbed my arm and shoved me inside, jumping down in and shutting the hatch as he fell. The submarine shook violently and we sank into the sea... We sat in this small room on the sub catching our breaths and doing whatever we really needed to do. I pushed down on the wound to my gut, looking up at Hounsome..
"I'll make it... we can get this fixed later... for now we need to worry about taking this submarine back." Ryan wiped a tear from his eye and I realized that I, too, had been crying. I wiped my eyes and forced a smile onto my face.
"We did this for the others, Ryan... this was worth it. We're halfway there.." I rose to my knees and ripped off the sleeves of my dress shirt, turning it into a makeshift bandage that I wrapped around the gunshot wound.... this really sucked. Ryan looked over at me and gripped his gun tightly.
"You're right, Wrennyn... we're halfway there." Ryan stood and helped me rise to my feet. We reloaded and wiped the blood from our faces. It was time to finish what we had started...
(it'll get happy again... don't worry. Also! The hatch randomly opening was due to the actions of John and Jordy)
DAY SEVENTEEN
We opened the large doors into the control room with our rifles raised. The few workers within held up their hands and rose to their feet."We surrender." A man in front of the others stated. I nodded and walked further into the room, pointing at two of the workers and then at the big monitors in the front of the room.
"You two... bring up the names of the other survivors on the island. Then I want the locations and bios of each of them." Hounsome stood back, gathering the other workers into the corner and having them sit on their hands on the floor. He looked over to me and the monitor and nodded. I had one of the men write down the names and the locations of the other survivors while I had the other man go through and find that information. The first name came up with a bio and live video of them. A speaker that sounded just like the voice of Jarvis from Iron Man sounded, greeting us by our names and explaining what they were. Simply an attempt at artificial intelligence. They started listing off the names.
"Adrianna Sanders- A 22 year old photographer with an urge to explore. She lived in the city and is not so adjusted to life on an island. Currently in the woods near the small island."
Everyone in the room was listening to the bio as they went off. I wasn't that surprised when I found out there was another 22 year old... I mean it was bound to happen. Ryan looked over at me and raised his eyebrows at me before thrusting his pelvis. I looked away and shook my head with a smile before looking back up at the screen.
"Brooklyn White- An 18 year old singer who grew up in a very strict household and has some daddy issues. Currently in a cave that should have exploded..."
Who the hell was she? I mean I have heard of most of the people left, but I never heard of her... hmm. I squinted to look at the screen better. She was talking to herself. I sure hope she's not crazy...
"Ember Simmons- A 26 year old that was recently released from the KCIW for battery. On parole. Currently in the woods on the big island."
I never met her, but i'm glad i'm not the only criminal... about time we get some decent self justified people on this island. One of the workers was trying to get away so I pushed the barrel of my AR-15 against his head. He whimpered a bit, but I got the results I wanted. He sat quietly and had the next name come up.
"Grant Smith- A 17 year old outdoors-man type guy that shows a past of parental neglect from his mother. Avid surfer. Currently in the woods near the small island."
Grant! Okay this guy was cool! Glad to know he's still alive. I looked over at Hounsome who was smiling ear to ear... okay that was a bit creepier than I expected. The next name came up and I chuckled to myself.
"Lt. General Ryan Hounsome- A 41 year old Marines Lieutenant General, also head-to-head pornstar rival with Ron Jeremy. Currently on our submarine."
I looked over at Hounsome with wide eyes... What the hell? really? I looked down at his crotch and then back up at him... really confused. He nodded in some creepy way and stared straight into my soul. One of the hostages winked at him. Oh god.. The next name came up and i quickly pushed the thought left my head quickly. I realized the next name coming up and I covered my mouth.
"Oh... shit okay you can stop now.. we don't need t-" I tried arguing, but the voice already started.
"Wrennyn Grant Foster- A 22 year old arms dealer that has several warrants out for his arrest. Currently on our submarine."
The room went silent and Ryan looked over at me with wide eyes. I smiled a bit uncomfortably and rubbed the back of my neck. Great, now Hounsome knows who I am.
"Gather the workers aboard this submarine and lock 'em up. This is a technology based sub so it looks like there aren't many people aboard." Hounsome nodded at my order and led the workers at gunpoint out of the room. I looked back to the monitor and sighed.
"Computer... show me the list of deceased." A list popped up that filled the screen. it included the deaths of natives, pirates, russians, the overseers, and the plane crash survivors. There were really only six of us left? i guess we weren't as successful at keeping everyone alive as we once thought... A voice came up behind me.
"All taken care of. Tadaaaaa!" Hounsome smiled wide and danced around the room singing. "We all live in a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine." I laughed and walked towards the door.
"Rest up Hounsome... we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow we will reunite the living..."
DAY EIGHTEEN
I sat on a cot in the living quarters, not realizing that this moment would change my life for the better. I didn't get much sleep that night and I spent most of the night staring at a phone that I confiscated from one of the workers. I dialed in a number that I had called so many times before and pressed the call button. I held the phone to my ear and waited for someone to pick up."Hello? Who is this?" A familiar voice asked.
"Malcolm! Hey! it's me, Wrennyn." I smiled wide. Malcolm and I were childhood friends. When we graduated we both ran off to start this company up... now look where we are.
"Wrennyn? Where the hell have you been, man? we've been looking all over for your ass!" I chuckled and shook my head.
"I hit a bit of turbulence, but i'm fine. Hey what are our funds looking like right now?" There was a pause before Malcolm responded.
"Uhhhh still a little over 5.7 million US dollars." He answered quietly.
"Alright, good. We can fund it."
"What's going on, Wrennyn?" Malcolm asked slowly.
"We're scrapping it, Mal... it's not good. Arms dealing isn't the way to help the world. We just help countries keep their fingerprints off of guns, we never get to actually help."
"Then what do you have in mind?" Malcolm asked, chuckling in shock.
"Alright... so we work with some pretty messed up guys right? War criminals, war lords, loony revolutionaries?"
"Yeah."
"And we have massive stockpiles of weapons just waiting to be used?"
"Yeah."
"Why aren't we taking down these asshats ourselves? We could do it. Come in like we're gunna make a deal, cap some guys and watch it crumble!" I smiled wide as I was explaining it to him. "We don't have to work with any countries or organizations. We would just be working as an independent force... so start pooling our resources towards a small army. We already have some guys working for us and a few governments that are willing to help us stay on the down low. This is happening."
"Wrennyn... you are sure about this?"
"I am positive of this.." There was a long pause at the other end of the line.
"Wrennyn... I don't entirely support this move to be truthful, but if this is what you want... consider it done." I nodded.
"Alright Malcolm... that's the spirit. Okay so I can tell you already traced my call. send a helicopter to my location. That's the only way i'm getting out of here without getting nailed with life sentences. And send a few of the apaches. We can clear the island here and make sure we don't get into any trouble on the way out of here. I'll get a small force over here and we can leave when all is clear. We'll head to Serbia first, I have an old friend there that has spent way too much time on this earth."
"Sounds good, Wrennyn. A helicopter pilot is being phoned up as we speak. Anything else?"
"That's it, Mal... nice to hear from you again."
"Same for you, Wren." I hung up and stood, dropping the phone on the ground and smashing it to bits.
Apparently Ryan didn't get much sleep last night either. When I left my room he was looking at the live feeds of the other 4 survivors who were sound asleep. He walked from the control room and I followed him into a room with a large pool table in the center. He stood behind the table with a smirk and held up one of the pool cues.
"Up for a game?"
It was later in the game when we heard it. "Mr. Smith and Ms. Sanders have passed on. Unknown cause of death." Shit... Only four of us now? Hounsome lowered and shook his head with a sigh. I set the pool cue on the table and walked out. How was I still alive? Out of all of the people that could have lived... I'm still here. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, rubbing my temples and shutting my eyes for a moment. I cursed and kicked a waste bucket clear across the room, spilling it's contents all over the floor... After I cleared my head and cleaned up the trash I left and walked into the submarine's bridge. I went through my files and looked at the many crimes I commited. I knew I was going to change my ways. A file caught my eyes and I opened it. My eyes widened as footage of Natalia and I.... Oh my... Damn I'm actually not bad. I heard a voice behind me.
"Good work, Wrennyn!!" The ultra enthusiastic voice of Ryan boomed in my ears and would continue to echo in my nightmares. I screamed and hit the power button, watching the monitor flash off.
"Not cool, Ryan!" I yelled as I stormed out of the room. He followed behind me.
"What? It's perfectly natural.. it's how the next generation is made." I continued to walk towards the server room, trying to ditch Ryan. He wouldn't stop following me!
"I actually see some true potential there, Wren... Maybe you should come by my loft a-"
"NO! HELL! FUCKING! NO!" I kicked the server room door open and ran inside, looking for my name and pulling out anything associated with myself and Natalia.
"Great going, Wrennyn... That could have been your ticket to porn-stardom!" I kicked the drives hard and smashed them on anything hard. Ryan just shook his head in disapproval. I walked out of the room and spoke simultaneously.
"Cmon Ryan. Let's go get the rest of the survivors.
Before we saved the others, I had a stop to make. I walked into one of the rec rooms where Ryan left the workers. some were sleeping, some were playing games and talking, and the others were staring straight at me. I cleaned my throat and called outs of the small crowd.
"Attention. Attention." all besides the few sleeping workers looked over at me.
"It has... Come to my attention that not all of you were working here under your free will. Please raise your hand if you were one of those people." About half of the crowd raised their hands and I opened the door wider, instructing them to leave the room and meet me in the hall. There were about twenty of them in total.some were older and some were younger.
"I have a proposition for all of you people. You who were taken from your lives and forced to do the hard work of the wealthy and powerful that run these corrupt games. This was not your fight and it was definitely not your choice... All of you will be released when this is all over, but I can offer a different path. I will be forming a small organization dedicated to bringing the people like your bosses to justice... Now if you would like to help me... I will release you now. You will work for me and help on this submarine, but you will be free. Raise your hand if you would like to join me. Twenty hands rose. I guess they had nothing better to do.
I got the two workers from the day before and brought them to the bridge of the sub. After a bit of arguing and frustration, we pulled the sub alongside the island and lowered a walkway onto the island. Ryan picked up the megaphone and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"GOOD MORNING NOT VIETNAM!!" The voice echoed off of the mountain and a few flocks of birds flew from the jungle. They had to have heard that.
"COME AND GET YOUR SALVATION!! A FREE TRIP OFF OF THIS ISLAND. NEXT STOP, DISNEYLAND!!" Not for me... Not if that chopper gets here first. Ryan and I positioned ourselves just inside the opening of the sub, facing the walkway to the beach with loaded guns. Then we waited... And waited. All of a sudden an alert sounded and the halls filled with red lights as one of my new recruits ran up towards me.
"Sir! We have an issue!"
"Well what's the problem?" I asked.
"A battleship has been spotted a ways out and is approaching... It looks like the same guys that were running the island." Alright... so that's the last of them. I'm fine with staying to see their end. I looked over at Hounsome.
"We can't stay docked here very long. Tell the workers to get ready to go."
I'm not good at videos, I'm good at posters. The video below isn't edited with faces, but you can guess quickly who Ryan and Wrennyn are.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JITv11rctGg
DAY NINETEEN
"We can't wait here any longer captains." The worker replied. Ryan and I faced away from the door and sighed."Fine... Bring up the walkway and start heading for the battleship." Ryan ordered. We shut the door and jogged up to the bridge of the sub, looking between monitors and the big glass windows before us. This was going to be a tough fight. The battleship facing us was basically designed to take out threats like our submarine. Our submarine on the other hand, wasn't as well equipped and prepared for such a fight. I looked over towards Ryan.
"Ryan there is no way we can take them from a distance. We have to find another way."
"We don't really have that choice right now. We can make due with what we have... I have come out victorious in fights much harder than this." Ryan beamed confidently and held his hands on his sides like superman. I looked back to the monitors.
"Maybe we can use both of our tactics." I suggested carefully. Ryan stared at the battleship through the big windows.
"How do you suggest we do that?" He asked. I stood up straight and wandered around the room with a hand to my chin.
"If we can manage to pull the sub close and attack in close quarters... We could probably take it, but the problem is that they would wipe out a lot of our guys without some sort of distraction. That is where you come in." Ryan nodded.
"I'm listening."
"Okay... So I'll stand on top of the boat and raise a white flag... False flag technique, dirty, but effective. Then when the two vessels are side by side you will fire all of the missiles aboard this sub and hit key points on the deck! This will give us the advantage we want. We'll open up the side doors and have all of our people board the ship, basically unloading on their forces. At that point it'll be a balanced fight." Ryan smiled at my plan.
"Damn... never saw you as the strategist type... Pretty clever plan." I smiled and turned back to the monitors.
"Thanks Ryan." I responded with sincerity. He chuckled and leaned against the wall, staring out at the opposing ship.
"You're welcome.. Now continue your plan..."
"Oh! Yes!" I laughed and stood back up. "So then you and I will board while the firefight rages around us.. I mean guns blaring, explosions around us.. The goddamn haze of war. We sneak below decks and then split up. I'll head for the bridge of the battleship and you peruse around the bottom levels... Look for anything still holding their operation together and just... fuck it up. When we're done and the fight is over... Meet me back on the sub..."
Wow... I'm still amazed at how well our plan unfolded. It was when Ryan and I stood just below deck on the battleship, the fight raging above us, that I realized how well it went.. He waved goodbye and skipped down the hallway away from me. I turned and went down the other hallway, crouching down and walking quickly towards the bridge. Three soldiers came out of a corridor connecting and I froze, quickly sliding into a room and shutting the door. I waited for them to pass before walking back into the hallway, continuing on my way. It took a few minutes to find it. The Bridge to the ship only a door away. I slowly opened the door and looked in. At least 5 gun barrels were pointed in my direction.. Everyone within was staring at me. I chuckled and walked in.
"Guys... You were supposed to yell surprise..." I smiled wide and scratched my neck, holding my gun with one hand at my side. A man that looked to be the captain of the boat turned and faced me, walking towards me slowly.
"Come on in... We've been expecting you.." Oh wow... How cliche. I took a step in and shut the door behind me.
"Wrennyn Grant Foster... International arms dealer... I'm not surprised you lived this long... You definitely show the traits of a man set up for success.. Greedy, ruthless, and intelligent... Yes you are the man for the job aren't you?" an explosion sounded and my eyes darted over to the window. I could see the firefight going on outside... No one seemed to be winning. It was a deadlock.
"You know... I even own one of your custom made guns." I looked back over at him and he lifted his gun... I recognized it instantly... I spent hours perfecting it. A Colt .45 with a well polished exterior, a reinforced slide, advanced sights, a tight interlock, and a ring hammer... My full customization. It was funny to see my weapons in the hands of my enemies.
"Fantastic weapon, but you know I could get you a silencer for that." I responded confidently. He looked at me and nodded.
"Ha ha... funny till the end." I looked around the room for something I could use... anything I could use... I looked over to the captain's left, an armed guard stood with a dumb smirk on his face... A grenade hung on his belt. A grenade that looked pretty old actually. Probably coming from the early nineties. How long were these guys around? I looked back to the captain with a smile. He laughed and I laughed back. Dumbass had no idea what was coming to him.
"Man I am going to enjoy this." he started. "Any last words?" I chuckled and shook my head.
"Come on... I was just trying to sell some guns." I smiled and lifted my gun.. Shooting the grenade and letting the world go dark...
I came to on the deck of the ship... Holy shit! I was launched straight out of the bridge! I slowly pulled myself up, grunting from the pain all over my body. I looked around me and found the captain beside me, dead as can be. I rose to my feet and looked around. Gunshots rang out and cheers were heard... We won! Holy shit we won! I laughed for a second before it turned into coughing. The soldiers stood around the deck, firing into the air and dancing around. I limped over to the side of the ship and watched for a moment. Where was Ryan? I squinted as I looked for him, still trying to stretch my aching body. I looked up at the top of the submarine. That would be a nice vantage point. I climbed over the rail and pooled my strength, using it to leap over to the submarine and grab a ladder. I climbed up to the top, taking a few short breaks to catch my breath. I climbed onto the top of the sub and looked over to the battleship. Where the hell was he? I sat down and rested for a moment... The sound of seagulls and the waves lulled me away from this world for a moment, I looked over towards the bright sunset. It's over... It has to be over. I laid down on top of the sub and shut my eyes... The sound of footsteps approached.
"Rise and shine, Wrennyn." Ryan stood beside me, towering over me.
If you save Ryan and I... We'll finish this story with a hand to hand fight on top of the submarine!
To Brooklyn: I really enjoy your character... I'm sorry I didn't ever really meet up with your character, but I honestly felt threatened for my survival. I know the fight scenes were very repetitive, but that's just my stronger style. I just like action! At this point I think that all three of us really won, and all of us deserve to win. So... in conclusion... Best of luck to you, Brook! c:
END?
I could go on about how Wrennyn was supposed to represent the balance between good and evil, and how he was given the traits and personality that would allow him to get away with crimes and still be seen as a good guy, but I'm really too lazy to go into depth. Wrennyn died. I would write about his death and what happens afterwards, but i'm afraid I lack the resources required to know what happens after you die. No one knows. That's why I'll write what I do know instead... Wrennyn didn't believe that a higher power sat in judgement to punish him for his sins in the end (Not that he didn't believe in a higher power). No, Wrennyn felt that in the end, only you can decide whether you lived a good enough life. He knew that everyone sees themselves as the hero of their story, and that in reality... we all are. We dream of leaving our mark on the world... and even though we may not be remembered in history as some hero, humanitarian, scientist, or leader... we are the main characters of our own stories. He knew that all we do and all we are, begins and ends with ourselves...This is how it was supposed to end. Wrennyn and Ryan... The ugly truth and the beautiful lie fighting it out in a battle of the fates...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lO2Zp4nwsFA
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10:40-end
Wrennyn G. Foster 10 years later...
The skies of Paris were grey and cloudy. Thunder rolled and horns honked in the streets below. Wrennyn stood leaning on a railing and smoking a French cigarette, looking out at the large city with squinted eyes. A man walked up slowly behind him and stood beside Wrennyn, leaning on the rail and sighing. Wrennyn glanced over at him, flicking the cigarette off the balcony before nodding at him.
"Hello." The man stated. He spoke English. A very light French accent.
"Hey."
"You don't seem like you are from around here. Have you been here before?" He asked.
"Eiffel tower? No. France? many times." Wrennyn put a foot up on the bottom rung of the railing and turned his body to face the man. Wrennyn and the man stood silent for a while
"Good talk. Hey uhhh who are you?" Wrennyn cut straight to the chase. Years of experience made him recognize the fakes.
"Edmund Ricard. I live just a few blocks away."
"Ahhh..." Wrennyn darted his eyes down at the man's back pocket... a bulge where his wallet was. Wrennyn chuckled. He was probably an American.
"Sure you do, man... who are you really?" The man looked over at him and smiled.
"That is classified information."
"Oh oka-" The man pulled a gun before Wrennyn could speak and tried to aim at Wrennyn. Wrennyn reached forward and grabbed the barrel of the gun, yanking back hard and letting the gun fire before twisting his arm backwards and pushing, forcing his face down onto the cold metal railing. Wrennyn chuckled and pried the gun from his hands.
"I swear... guys like you are all the same." Wrennyn pulled out his phone, opened messages, and texted a contact. "Lol some dude attacked me, send help. I'm fine though... smileyface." He said as he wrote.
"Fuck you, man... One day you are going to be caught... and you will be put in a cell until the end of your days." The man's face got red and Wrennyn shook his head.
"Stop with all that negativity, man... it'll only bring you down." A few moments later three men dressed in all black walked up to Wrennyn.
"Boss? What do you want us to do with him?"
"Not sure... guy was just doing his job... CIA by the looks of it." Wrennyn reached into the man's suit and pulled out a badge. Just as he suspected. "Yep... I don't know what to do with him.. Take him out to the woods and let him go." The man looked up to him and started yelling. Wrennyn shook his head and thwacked the man over the head with his own gun, knocking him out almost instantly. He let go of the man and watched him slide to the floor.
"Here... take care of this... I have a client to talk to. In exchange he plans on telling me how I can get KJU." Wrennyn turned and walked away from the railing, leaving the goons to take care of the agent...
(Soooo that was just a little bonus... just see where he is and all ^)
Hope you guys liked my story... -Brian J. Weaver or Wrennyn G. Foster